“You’ve handled your share of dead bodies, haven’t you?” Constable Haze asked softly. “I’ve read about your war in the papers. Wouldn’t wish that on any man, having to kill one’s countrymen. Families divided, brother fighting against brother. Makes it all so much more personal. Never wanted to be a soldier myself. Don’t have the stomach for it.” “Yes, Constable, I’ve seen the kind of carnage that makes a man question everything he believes about his fellow man. It also makes one doubt the existence of God.”
