How do you tell a soldier when to stop killing? How do you tell a dead man that he is no longer needed? Answer: you don’t. You can’t. It’s in the blood, so long ago shed, it’s in the still heart and in the ragged papers still stained red in my pocket. I am close now, I can see you clearly. You don’t have vision enough to see me, your eyes fail you in the arrogance of their life. Do you think the fury of war goes out so quickly? No, it lives and breathes, it smokes for a thousand years.