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.
Men will confess to treason murder arson false teeth or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?