The absurdity of war is not that a man goes into battle to kill another intelligent creature. For what is intelligence, and how is it significant, and what does it matter in the end? Intelligence is born and it dies, and that is the way of life.
The absurdity of war is not that a man goes into battle to kill another emotional creature. For what matters about what we feel in the long run? Emotion is born and it dies, and that is the way of life.
The absurdity of war is not that a man goes into battle to die. For all men die in one way or another, and it makes little difference whether they die by sickness or by old age or by a bullet. A man is born and he dies, and that is the way of life.
The absurdity of war is that a man goes into battle to kill another man who could be his friend.
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