Alexander Motyl:

War, unthinkable in Europe for so long, has truly come to the continent.

Dunya Mikhail:

How magnificent the war is!
How eager
and efficient!

The war works with unparalleled diligence!
Yet no one gives it
a word of praise.

Eliza Griswold:

Chris pointed across the table to Mike, a desert-scorched and silent operator whose oxford-cloth shirt seemed uncomfortably tight on his thick neck. "See how his tan lines are a little off?" Chris asked. "He doesn't wear a suit. He's out there with our partners across the desert, fighting a war that no one will ever know about if we win. How do you sell that to the American people?"

Shachar Mario Mordechai:

Someone will leave behind books and photos,
an old blanket, a magnificent armchair of happiness.
And someone he loves.
But he will not forget to take a coat.
With pockets. As long as he leaves in time
with his face. And with cash.

Caleb:

Before I came out, guys told me, 'The bees, sir, the bees, the bees.' I thought they'd made this stuff up. But it was true. You can hear them coming.