Last year we had many smallish hopes, made many smallish attempts, suffered many smallish failures, and we died one by one. This year a change of plan! One big hope, one big push, one big fuck-up, and we all die at once.

“Length of service: one year or duration of war. Duration of war, of course. He …”

“Courage for the big troubles in life, lad' he'd say, 'and patience for the smal…”

“... what he could or couldn’t say to them. Everything he had to say: I love you…”

“No one ever wins a war, and wars are never over.”