Among thousands of people, you meet those you've met. Through thousands of years, across the boundless wilderness of time, you happen to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late. There is nothing to be said except to ask lightly, "Oh, you're here too?"
War is an ugly thing， but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war， is much worse.
