( quiet moments. he's got that graveyard stillness of the soul, easy an' settled like dappled sunlight across the stone. he ain't stirred much to speak unless there's a need, an' he's contented to fall into quietude an' eat his cake an' smoke his cigarette with a fella what understands. maybe theirs ain't the same war, but all wars are a matter of killin' an' hurtin' an' dyin' in droves an' that won't ever change.
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( quiet moments. he's got that graveyard stillness of the soul, easy an' settled like dappled sunlight across the stone. he ain't stirred much to speak unless there's a need, an' he's contented to fall into quietude an' eat his cake an' smoke his cigarette with a fella what understands. maybe theirs ain't the same war, but all wars are a matter of killin' an' hurtin' an' dyin' in droves an' that won't ever change.
he gets it. an' he's contented with that much. )