Juris on the sickening absurdity of war: “I don’t think wars are ever black and white. Usually it’s dozens of vying parties that clash and sometimes secretly cooperate. And then there is you in the belly of it, unobtrusively occupying a small patch, and along comes a total stranger with no apparent reason to wish you harm attempting to remove you from the planet. It made me feel ill — like a fish someone was pursuing for sport. There’s no discussion, no symposium, no meeting of the minds. Just you, hooked, and the fisherman with the net and club working you toward shore.”