There's something about being amid the chaos and the horror of a war that makes you appreciate all you don't have - and all you may lose forever.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.
I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.
I have to admit that the empty prestige and the stupid glory - yes, the horrible rush, the deadly sense of importance that war brings to life - are hard illusions to shake off. Look at me, a war correspondent.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.
Having constant supporters and people who are always there and always giving back and knowing that they're loving what you're doing is always awesome to see.
That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.
How do I feel about war? Well anybody I guess, I hope, I don't like it.
There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.
There's nothing glorious about war. There's nothing glorious about holding your friends in your arms and watching them die. There's nothing glorious about having to leave your home for 6 to 8 months while your family's back here and you're away.
War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.