One morning in Saigon she'd asked what it was all about. "This whole war," she said, " why was everybody so mad at everybody else?"
I shook my head. "They weren't mad, exactly. Some people wanted one thing, other people wanted another thing."
"What did you want?"
"Nothing," I said. "To stay alive."
"That's all?"
"Yes."
From "Field Trip" by Tim O'Brien in The Things They Carried
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