I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood for vengeance for desolation. War is hell.
We are here and it is now. Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.
I have three daughters so I can't be as tough as I want to be. When you have kids - especially daughters - they know how to work you. They're a lot smarter than we are that's for sure. But I'll be more tough on their boyfriends.