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1 " A war produces corpses, but it does not bury them. At least, it doesn't bury them deep. I suspected that North's corpses were coming back to greet him, for we all have a string of spirits trailing at our back. They are like the anchoring tail of an enormous kite. If you handle them with respect, they only whisper a little bit sometimes, and the trail behind you is faded and vague. Handle them wrong--as North, perhaps, was finding out--and the spirits turn from mist to the dark smoke of napalm. "
― Jack Cady , Sons of Noah and Other Stories