| 10 Окт, 2009 @ 03:20 War |
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Later, they stood by the fre. “You didn’t answer it before. Why is there war, Michael?”
“I don’t know.”
“The boy, Wilson, told me that war is like weather, predictable but unstoppable. The horseman said that every war begins with a broken oath. The man Martin called war the inability of two sides to adjust to each other’s existence. And your sister, she said that war is as understandable as the human soul.”
“All I know for sure,” Michael said, “is that there’s only one reason to fght one.”
“And that is?”
“To make the fghting stop.” |
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