The Marine Corps Taught Me

Really Important Books To Me Are The Classics. I Try Very Hard To Read Them Well - You Know, Especially Once I Got Serious About Writing.

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.

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

War Is Society's Dirty Work, Usually Done By Kids Cleaning Up Failures Perpetrated By Adults.

This Nation Should Be Less Worried About Putting The Vietnam Syndrome Behind Us Than Restarting The World War Ii Victory Syndrome That Resulted In The Vietnam Syndrome In The First Place.