Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.
A true war story is never moral.
I cannot remember much, I cannot feel much. Maybe erasure is necessary. Maybe the human spirit defends itself as the body does, attacking infection, enveloping and destroying those malignancies that would otherwise consume us.
Imagination is a killer.
Everything was such a damned nice idea when it was an idea.
They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.