How many fingers, Winston?
Nearly all soldiers, and this applies even to professional soldiers in peacetime, have a sane attitude towards war. They realise that it is disgusting, and that it may often be necessary.
There it lay, fixed in future time, preceding death as surely as 99 precedes 100. One could not avoid it, but one could perhaps postpone it: and yet instead, every now and again, by a conscious, willful act, one chose to shorten the interval before it happened.
One of the most horrible features of war is that all the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.
He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself.
Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.