Because he has never forgiven himself any fault, he can forgive no one else's.
It was reassuring to know exactly where one stood. That one stood at the end of the line was not pertinent. At least there was a line in which to subsist.
How soon was it that the dead are brought to deity in the eyes of those who in life found them little regard.
Neither enemy faces, nor the mothers that love them, come to mind when one is thinking of nothing but endeavouring to survive. Philosophising about war is useless under fire.
Frequency of a tragedy does not diminish the wound when it is your own.