Later the afternoon I offered my army ration to one of the survivors who seemed somewhat cultivated. “Thanks, I’m not hungry, only thirsty.”I handed him my canteen bottle. Pain and suffering, people dying, including innocent civilians in crossfire, horrendous destruction all over the land.”“Eleven,” he said. And…”“And the world belongs to the living.”I didn’t understand what he meant but since then it’s become clear: try as we might, we’ll never defeat these people. Thousand battles won; no victory.