...."I only wish," the General added, "that when it happens,
I could take all the asses who'll be waving flags and cheering and crowding
the recruiting office – take 'em all by one collective arm, and say: 'Now
then, Jack, you know what you're cheering for? You're cheering at the
prospect of having a soft-nosed bullet fired into you pelvis, shattering
the bone and spreading it in splinters all through your intestines, and
dying in agony two days later – or, if you're really unlucky, surviving
for a lifetime of pain, unable to walk, a burden to everyone, and a dam'
nuisance to the country that will pay you a pension you can't live off.
That, Jack,' I'd tell them, 'is what you're cheering for.' I'd probably
be locked up."
