‘What did all your friends die for, all those names on the wall, what did they die for if not for that?’ He recoiled. ‘I don’t know what they died for,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know then and I still don’t know now.’ ‘Well I do,’ I said. ‘Even if you’ve forgotten. They died because they thought there was a better way of doing things, even if they were still arguing about what it was.’
