But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me.
In their eyes as they pass is not hatred, not excitement, not despair, not the tonic of their victory - there is just the simple expression of being here as though they had been here doing this forever, and nothing else.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects a deep appreciation for the simplicity and continuity of existence.
In this quote, Ernie Pyle captures the essence of human experience in the midst of tumultuous times. He suggests that despite the chaos and emotions that often accompany human endeavors, there exists a profound simplicity in just being present and engaged in life. The imagery of individuals passing by, devoid of intense feelings, emphasizes a shared, timeless essence of existence that transcends victory or defeat, highlighting the beauty of the mundane moments that define our lives.
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In a speech about resilience, one might quote this to illustrate the importance of simply being present during challenging times.
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