In War It Is Not

Among Those Who Dislike Oppression Are Many Who Like To Oppress.

Morality For The Upper Classes, The Gallows For The Rabbles.

The Strong Are Good, Only The Weak Are Wicked.

This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

Never Interfere With An Enemy In The Process Of Destroying Himself.