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“The soldier exists in a private hell half deaf and half blinded by poisonous fumes. He is suspended on a thread over a void containing all the terrible ways there are to die and he thinks about all the things he’d always meant to do and had never got round to doing. Most men are a confusion of half truths and vanity, of something lost and never completed.”
― Clifford Thurlow, We Shall Pass