"If you listen to your own still body long and intently enough, you can hear the roar of your own blood — somewhere in your fingertips or an artery in the back of your head, perhaps in a bent limb. In the same way, you can suddenly recognize your voice in the din of war, and be surprised at how unexpectedly different it sounds. Probably not the way you knew yourself before. Just as you cannot always hear the roar of your blood moving through your body, you cannot always distinguish your voice in the din of war — because you are one. You’re the ones the war is moving through, you are its path and your emotions are its infrastructures."