“But the thing is, the day you signed the dotted line you accepted the conditions. And the conditions were that you had to take orders. Do what they wanted you to. Yours not to reason why and all that.”
“Yeah. But over there it all seemed rational. They painted a picture of war in black and white, a war where you did what you were good at, got out quickly, and came home a hero.”
“But you must have known that accidents were frequent. You were here long enough to see other smashes or wreckage, and all the devastation, weren’t you?”
“Sure.”
“Then what went wrong?”
“I don’t know. I guess it was because I had no physical injuries. Not even one small scratch. Somehow losing a leg or having your skin burnt to cinders makes you face up to reality, makes you accept things as they are and get o
