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In an operation involving twenty-five thousand Jackets, if a lone company of 146 men got wiped out, it wouldn’t even rate a memo on the desk of the brass in the Defense Ministry. We were the sacrificial lambs whose blood greased the wheels of war’s machinery.
Of course, there were only three kinds of battle to begin with: fucked up, seriously fucked up, and fucked up beyond all recognition. No use panicking about it.
“You shouldn’t assume everything you don’t understand is a message,�
There is what we desire to do, and what we are able to do. When those two things don’t coincide, which path should we pursue to find happiness?
The easiest place to hide a tree was in the forest.
