"Comrade, I did not want to kill you...But you were only an idea to me before, an abstarction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropiate response...I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?"
P.S. Thanks to whoever answers.
2007-01-07
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