There Is A Sharp Distinction Between What

I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel That Left War In A Positive Light.

I'm Always Most Interested In Writing About Things That I Don't Understand.

The War Tried To Kill Us In The Spring. As Grass Greened The Plains Of Nineveh And The Weather Warmed, We Patrolled The Low-slung Hills Beyond The Cities And Towns. We Moved Over Them And Through The Tall Grass On Faith, Kneading Paths Into The Windswept Growth Like Pioneers. While We Slept, The War Rubbed Its Thousand Ribs Against The Ground In Prayer.

The War Came To Me In My Dreams And Showed Me Its Sole Purpose: To Go On, Only To Go On.

There Is A Sharp Distinction Between What Is Remembered, What Is Told And What Is True.