Tell me the truth. I want everything to be open between us. And fresh and clean. Stop it. You and your friend. Tell me. We were kids, William. We were on a beach and it happened, once. That's all. William.
I held a boy while my sergeant hacked his arm off. Later I held him while he died. British boy, he was. That was in Greece. We fight! Out there. So you and your friends can sit around in Hampstead and theorise. You do that while we bleed our lives away. What do you know about war?