Sadly, it was like most political arguments. No one was willing to debate their base assumptions, or justify them, or compromise on them. The simple … - Dennis E. Taylor

Their lives were now less than a footnote in history. As gone, as utterly forgotten as any random individual from the Middle Ages. No longer even a ripple in time, except to the extent that I could keep their memories alive. I sighed to myself. It seemed sometimes that life was nothing more than the accumulation of emotional baggage — memories, regrets, and lost opportunities.

The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand.

The death squad shot forward at close to forty G, and I imagined them yelling “Wheee!” in high-pitched minion voices.