That at their core, Westerners were not equipped for war. They could never truly be warriors because, in their hearts, they still clung to the promise of peace. They lived their lives as if those Memorial Day barbecues, those Thanksgiving turkeys, those Christmas presents under the tree meant something. As if they were real and would go on forever. As if all those quaint, familiar comforts somehow protected them from the reality of the world. They were slaves to their delusions as much as any Soviet apparatchik.
