Matterhorn Is My Metaphor Of

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?

The Time For Debilitating Fear Is Before And After The Mission.

Vietnam Was The First Time That Americans Of Different Races Had To Depend On Each Other. In The Second World War, They Were Segregated; It Was In Vietnam That American Integration Happened In The Military - And It Wasn't Easy.

Once We Recognize Our Shadow's Existence We Must Resist The Enticing Step Of Going With Its Flow.

He Thought Of The Jungle, Already Regrowing Around Him To Cover The Scars They Had Created. He Thought Of The Tiger, Killing To Eat. Was That Evil? And Ants? They Killed. No, The Jungle Wasn’t Evil. It Was Indifferent. So, Too, Was The World. Evil, Then, Must Be The Negation Of Something Man Had Added To The World. Ultimately, It Was Caring About Something That Made The World Liable To Evil. Caring. And Then The Caring Gets Torn Asunder. Everybody Dies, But Not Everybody Cares.