In the account book of the Great War the page recording the Russian losses has been ripped out. The figures are unknown. Five millions, or eight? We ourselves know not. All we know is that, at times, fighting the Russians, we had to remove the piles of enemy bodies from before our trenches, so as to get a clear field of fire against new waves of assault.
My father wanted to be a hero. He went to the Air Force Academy, was valedictorian, and then he found himself strafing villagers in Vietnam in a war he didn't want to be in and didn't understand. He was extremely conflicted about the line where he went from being the good guy to possibly being the bad guy.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects the internal conflict of a soldier grappling with morality in wartime.
In this quote, Patty Jenkins explores the complex emotions experienced by her father, who aspired to be a hero but found himself in morally ambiguous circumstances during the Vietnam War. Despite his achievements and desire to serve, he struggled with the realization that his actions could contribute to suffering and harm, highlighting the painful dilemmas faced by those in combat. This quote serves as a poignant reminder of the blurred lines between right and wrong in warfare.
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In a discussion about the complexities of war, this quote can illustrate the emotional struggles faced by soldiers.
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