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Before an attack, the platoon pools all its available cash and the survivors divide it up afterwards. Those who are killed can't complain, the wounded would have given far more than that to escape as they have, and the unwounded regard the money as a consolation prize for still being here.
Robert Graves
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What this quote means

The quote reflects the harsh realities of war and the bittersweet nature of survival.

In this quote, Robert Graves captures the grim logic of survival in the context of warfare. The act of pooling resources before an attack illustrates the communal bonding that occurs in life-or-death situations, where material possessions become secondary to the instinct of survival. It starkly conveys that those lost in battle have no opportunity to voice their grievances, while the survivors receive a token of consolation that pales in comparison to the trauma and sacrifices they endure.

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WarSurvivalPainSacrificeCommunity

In practice

Example use cases

During a memorial speech for fallen soldiers, this quote can highlight the shared experience of loss and survival.

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