When i was a young soldier i desired but detested war..the thrill of war my father instilled in me grew, my mothers pacifist views added a different troubling dimension...It is the ultimate challenge, the moral implications, the trauma of what should i do when required to kill..will i loose my soul? Nothing else can heighten ones feelings of fragility of fear of a cold fatalism..we who are about to die salute you..
-Has one of us ever been in a war situation? (Xris?)
-Do we even have the slightest idea of what we are talking about then?
-I will not join this discussion, for respect, love, immense admiration..., for those who know war.
-War is beyond us. We play with words. We are children. We are cowards. We are dead at the first bombing.
-Those who know war will not talk about it, and if they do it is because they want to be nice to the poor guy who's asking them (he may have children, so he has to make a living. Yes, the children...)
-Die in the trenches first and then I'll listen to you. But I know you'll prefer pancakes.
-There may be some pictures of war, pictures being less impotent than words, less insulting.
-Aedes, with the utmost respect, I personnally think -and I may be completely wrong- that your approach is not wholly hmm expressing the essence of the point.
-The dialectics of Hegel! How wise he was...