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
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