“Oh well,� said the colonel, puffing at his Gauloise, “they believe they’re doing the right thing and that’s the way it’s got to be. If they knew they were dying uselessly here, it would be like shooting them in the belly and kicking them in the behind at the same time. And when my aide eventually fries in his tank, I want him to believe that he’s frying for the good of the Country. That’s the least thing I can do for him.�
