The Subtleties Of War
He told me what happened when he was in the desert
He told me that he watched a little boy run in front of a tank
That little boy... I have a little boy...
His mother ran to save him, but it was too late.
I don't believe in the subtleties of war.
There is no such thing.
He told me what happened when his friend was shot.
He told me that he watched him slump into his seat.
Blood matting in his hair...