I cannot get accustomed to war; my brain refuses to understand and explain a thing that is senseless in its basis. Millions of people gather at one place and, giving their actions order and regularity, kill each other, and it hurts everybody equally, and all are unhappy -- what is it if not madness?
Leonid Andreyev (2007). “The Seven That Were Hanged”, p.148, Wildside Press LLC