For Whom the Bell Tolls, pt. 2

sullen soldiers

Yeah, it was good.

Just good.

In their steel helmets, riding in the trucks in the dark toward something that they only knew was an attack, their faces were drawn with each man’s own problem in the dark and the light revealed them as they would not have looked in day, from shame to show it to each other, until the bombardment and the attack would commence, and no man would think about his face.


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For Whom the Bell Tolls, pt. 1

book at funeral for whom the bell tolls cyberpunk

Believe it or not, it took me decades to get to this novel.

I thought it was, good.

Maybe I missed something, but it was just good.

I enjoyed it, but it didn’t do much for me.

Maybe I’m jaded.

Here’s a line that hit, though:

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers.


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