Dominic Lefere

But we have the men who say: “This is too weak. I cannot kill upon a casuistry. I must know my cause to be just. I will always fight to defend my country against an invader or to suppress an aggressor or chastise a tyrant. But I must know that this is so, and, turning to my account your own demonstration of the impossibility of ever knowing—I say with a logic as compelling as yours, a logic that does not require the blood of my brothers—I will not go.” But sacrifice says: “Not the blood of your brother, my friend—your blood.”
Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific, A Marine Tells His Story
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