Peace, if it ever exists, will not be based on the fear of war, but on the love of peace. It will not be the abstaining from an act, but the coming of a state of mind.
War is a business in which a lot of people watch a few people get killed and are damn glad it wasn't them.
The films of The Caine Mutiny and Marjorie Morningstar always seemed to me mere thin skims of the story lines, and I never did see a meager Hollywood caper called Youngblood Hawke, vaguely based on my 800-page novel. So it was that I opted for television, with its much broader time limits, for The Winds of War.
Discount my partiality, but my report is that so far The Winds of War is looking good.
Strange, isn't it, that warfare has come down to fencing with complicated toys that only a few seedy scholars can make or understand.
... a war always ends.