There will be hundreds of sons making the same journey," he says. 'All of us riding with broken hearts, all of us thinking of vengeance. This is what I
feared would come; this is what I have dreaded. It is not very bright and honorable as you have always thought it; it is not like a ballad. It is a muddle and a mess, and a sinful waste, and good men have died and more will follow.
