“The rush of battle is a potent and often lethal addiction, for
war is a drug.”
Chris Hedges, WAR IS A FORCE THAT GIVES US MEANING
They drive on in silence. Then Sanborn looks at James, as if
seeing him for the first time.
Why do you do it? Take the risks?
Hell, I don’t know.
But you know what I’m talking
about, right? Every time we go out,
you throw the dice. Live or die,
you just throw ‘em down. You
recognize that, right?
Yeah. (softly) I do. But I don’t
know why. Do you know why I am the
way I am?
No, Will, I don’t.
Silence. Then after a while:
This traffic is pissing me off.
Where are we, anyway?
I know where I am but I’m lost.
You see, the thing is, son. One day
you’ll understand that when you
start out like you are now, you
love everything. You love your
Mommy and your Daddy. You love your
bobba. You love your blanket.
You even love your little crib, and
these dumb toys. But as you get
older some of the things you love
don’t seem special anymore. That
bobba is one day just going to look
like an ordinary plastic bottle to
you. And the older you get, the
more this happens and the fewer
things you love. And by the time
you get to be my age, sometimes you
only love one -- or two -- things.
With me, I think’s it’s one.