Oh, how I wish I could
smack those who bandy that phrase about. If life is, indeed, a battle, this reminds me eerily of the scenario described by Kurt Vonnegut:
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A lot of the talk about honor in the past has had to do with behavior on the battlefield. An honorable man holds his country's flag high even though he is as full of arrows as St. Sebastian. An honorable little drummer boy drums and drums and drums rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat till he has his little head blown off.
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I'm running out of time and can
no longer afford to fake positive feelings; if I'm to have any hope of genuine happiness, I can't be dishonest about my hurts anymore.