To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.
The balls used in top class games are generally smaller than those used in others.
Understanding the past requires pretending that you don't know the present. It requires feeling its own pressure on your pulses without any ex post facto illumination.
I find nothing more depressing than optimism.
Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.
If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.