The one experience that he had never had he was not going to spoil now. He probably would. You spoiled everything. But perhaps he wouldn't.
For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.
A valuable thing too is never to let anyone know how fine you thought anyone else ever was because they know better and no one was ever that splendid.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary nor how justified, is not a crime. Ask the infantry and ask the dead.
Man is not much beside the great birds and beasts.