The one minute. The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.
I know that you all want me to say that I’ll change, that this f*****g business will change, but I’ve learnt something in the last few days. Those bastards. Those bastards are worse than us. Politicians, f*****g judges, lords and ladies. They’re worse than us, and they will never admit us to their palaces, no matter how legitimate we become because of who we are.