More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Slowly, a bit distracted, he would get up and move among his men, checking the perimeter, then at full dark he would return to his hole and watch the night and wonder if Martha was a virgin.
lol
He carried a strobe light and the responsibility for the lives of his men.
ZEUGMAAAA
They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.
They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment.
Even in the deep bush, where you could die any number of ways, the war was nakedly and aggressively boring. But it was a strange boredom. It was boredom with a twist, the kind of boredom that caused stomach disorders.
He looked out across the lake and imagined the feel of his tongue against the truth.
