Selective memory to remember the good, logical prudence to not ruin the present, and challenging optimism to face the future.
War is the military's work of art, the culmination of their training, the golden brooch of their profession. They have not been created to shine in peace.
In the end, you only have what you have given.
If I write something, I fear it will happen, if I love someone too much I fear losing them; however, I cannot stop writing or loving...
We are all now at an age to throw overboard the feelings that serve no purpose and keep only those that help us live.