I shot a bunch of Germans and Italians. Then I killed some with my grenades, and some with my bayonet when it came down to man-to-man slogging it out. Slit one’s throat with my knife. Killed one man with my bare hands when we both ran out of bullets. Broke his neck the way I’d been taught.” “My God, Archer. That must’ve done something to you.” “How do you mean?” “You can’t kill all those people and not be affected by it.” “It’s what I was trained to do.” “Didn’t you feel anything?” “Yeah, I felt damn lucky I was alive, and they weren’t”
Heroes are special people who do things they’re not expected to do. I was just a grunt doing my job like millions of other grunts.
“Hell, Archer, if I had a dollar for every man who’s killed another man over a woman, I’d be a damn Rockefeller.”
“You’re up early, Archer.” “Don’t like to let the grass grow under my feet. You never know when you might get yanked off’ em.”