Losing one good man is losing one too many.
There is no nice way to put this, but losing a good man causes sadness, but way more so, deep anger, never forgetting rage.
Well, actually, I am pretty easy going, because I know that "Judgment is mine, sayeth the Lord." But, you, know, a little justice doesn't hurt here in this world, either.
Speaking of past atrocity, the Forrest, what would really get the justice job done (since the guilty individuals have already faced the Judgment Seat) is to show the Germans and the Russians a clean set of technological heels. Put together the organization required. I know you lads can do it. Think how fun it will be when your grandchildren look at the latest German machine without any comment, without any comment needed, with no expression. A little, little bit in the eyes, only.
Been trying to do that here for all of my life. Drowning is a sea of Leftists. Not a drop of honor in the whole bunch.
So I come here to have a root beer and to dream of a better world.
Then back to work. The Rear Guard. Hold them off long enough and it will come time for the counter offensive.