My troops were getting massacred and mauled by an enemy I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel and I couldn’t touch—that nobody in the military system ever described them as anything other than Communism. They didn’t give it a race, they didn’t give it a sex, they didn’t give it an age. They never let me believe it was just a philosophy in a man’s mind. That was my enemy out there.
If grief had smoke, as hath the blazing fire. The world would be for aye in darkness blind ; Travel the world from end to end entire, A wise man wholly happy thou'lt not find.' -Shahid of Balkh (p. 25, Early Persian Poetry)