And in the end, of course, a true
war story is never
about war. It’s
about sunlight.
It’s about the special way that dawn s p r e a d s out on a
river when you know
you must c r
o s s the river and march into the
mountains and do things you
are afraid to do. It’s
about love and
memory.
It’s about sorrow. It’s about
sisters who
never w r i t e bac k and p e ople who never listen.
-The Things They
Carried
