Wars are just and necessary, when and if the men who fight them know what they are really doing and the real purposes and consequences of their actions will be.

However, I have never met such a just war. Too many wars have been fought for the glories of a few fleeting dynasties of power to make me believe that human beings can ever fight wars with nobility.

Wars, as crisis of fate, bring about the best and the worst in all human beings.

The brutality of killings, the efficiency of engines of death, the courage of comrades in arms, the compassions of a few.

Such are the intensified moments of vastly shortened lives, where the pains and joys of many passing life times are seemingly shrunken into a few battles.

If one survive them, one is nearly driven insane by the experience of this "quickening" of so many lives, overwhelmed by the feelings.

Some are humbled by this. Others feel a sense of "Godliness". But most feel drained of life, and yet full of life at the same time.

Wars are not wrong, but few are truly ready for the responsibilities of wars.

Most men fight and die in wars without ever knowing even the slightest truths of wars.