Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A lot of the qualities in 'Killing and Dying' is sort of a response to work I'd done previously. I wanted to push myself in some different directions.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.
I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.
Ever since childhood, when I found out that the ultimate fate for all humans was death, sheer terror and morbid curiosity had been fighting for supremacy in my mind.
I didn't know why God had chose me for this ordeal, but I was somehow suited to it and knew that I would see it through to the end.
I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me... but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.