“To live is to fight,” she snaps. “To preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.” She takes an angry huff of air. “And now her, too, with all the bombs. I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim.” Her voice has raised but she lowers it again. “That’s my war,” she says. “That’s the war I’m fighting.”
