“It’s like the days before the war,” he said to his partner on the rope. The other soldier breathed-in the sweet smell of the rock lichen. “Yes,” he answered. “Think how fine it will be when hour after hour passes without the report or threat of a single gun—for years without end. Life will be like a dream.” “And no one will appreciate it,” Alessandro said to the vast distances around him. “Except us, and screw them.”
