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He Ran As He'd Never Run Before, With Neither Hope Nor Despair. He Ran Because The World Was Divided Into Opposites And His Side Had Already Been Chosen For Him, His Only Choice Being Whether Or Not To Play His Part With Heart And Courage. He Ran Because Fate Had Placed Him In A Position Of Responsibility And He Had Accepted The Burden. He Ran Because His Self-respect Required It. He Ran Because He Loved His Friends And This Was The Only Thing He Could Do To End The Madness That Was Killing And Maiming Them.

It Was All Absurd, Without Reason Or Meaning. People Who Didn't Know Each Other Were Going To Kill Each Other Over A Hill None Of Them Cared About

Quitting Is Unthinkable And Pain Is Just Weakness Leaving The Body

I Mean, If You're Proud Of What You've Done When You've Served In The Military, Well Then We Call That Bragging. And If You Are Unhappy About What Happened, We Call That Complaining. And So What Are You Going To Do?

I Began Writing 'matterhorn' In 1975 And For More Than 30 Years I Kept Working On My Novel In My Spare Time, Unable To Get An Agent Or Publisher To Even Read The Manuscript.