Victory does not look like anything visible or sound like anything audible or taste like anything edible, but it has a smell, a smell memorably described in Apocalypse Now. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. […] The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like … victory. Someday this war’s gonna end …
