“Every man I fired at dropped, except one. Him, the boldest of the lot, I missed more than once. I was puzzled and angry…Not that I wanted to hurt him or anyone else. It was missing I hated. That’s the beastliest thing in war, the damnable frivolity. One’s like a merry, mischievous ape tearing up the image of God.” – R.H. Tawney
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