Is there anything worth dying for? Is there anything worth killing for?
I’m fighting for the people. For freedom. For humanity. My cause is just. But there’s nothing right about it.
What is war but a series of tragedies that one hopes will end in victory?
Finding peace through violence is a little like trying to find chastity through promiscuity.
Will the world ever find peace again? Do I want it to?
I’m addicted to the thrill of battle, and that might just kill me.