From The Adventures of Roberta X War, What Is It Good For?
The culprits are those smiling bastards in nice suits, sitting in climate-controlled offices hundreds if not thousands of miles from the action, looking at colorful lines on a map. They're never going to have actual blood on their hands, never going to drive a tank through smoking wreckage that was once a neighborhood or huddle behind a broken wall as the other side's tanks trundle past, never going to hear artillery fire, bombs fall, advance towards the pop and crack of rifles or look over, startled, as one of their fellows is hit by a sniper. Lines on a map, spheres of influence, regions of control, that's all they see; not scared kids with their grandmother, waiting at the station for a train to safety that may never arrive.
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