Well, the world can go fuck itself.

“[T]he unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier--dead, melted wax--demands a…”

“One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The va…”

“Write the following: "Private missive, from Lieutenant Master-Sergeant Field Qu…”

“Oh, who has grasped hold of my soul this night? He found himself unhitching the…”