Lance Cpl. Walter Smith murdered the twenty-two-year-old mother of his children by drowning her in a bathtub. He had no motive. The mind breaks in a thousand different ways; it is impossible to say that one is better or worse because it is impossible to know the individual burden that they carry. We can only look back to those who sent them and ask, "Why?"
"There is a distance, a veil between us." Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front.
Our service people are suffering through an epidemic of suicides, while on the streets a crime wave of violence against their own families and complete strangers rages. With no discernible motive whatsoever except for carrying the weight of the visions of war.
"Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me." Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front.
"But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?" Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front.
"'The enemy,' retorted Yossarian with weighted precision, 'is anyone who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart.'" Catch 22
"There is a distance, a veil between us." Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front.
Our service people are suffering through an epidemic of suicides, while on the streets a crime wave of violence against their own families and complete strangers rages. With no discernible motive whatsoever except for carrying the weight of the visions of war.
"Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me." Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front.
"'The enemy,' retorted Yossarian with weighted precision, 'is anyone who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart.'" Catch 22
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