Understanding the past requires pretending that you don't know the present.

To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.

Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

If I didn't have writing, I'd be running down the street hurling grenades in people's faces.

Wars damage the civilian society as much as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

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.

Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.