“I can't say exactly when it was that I started to fancy war […].
There's no other test like it, nothing as final as that in a man’s life.
In violence on the other hand, you might say that a man finds, or rather finds again, his own eminence. I don't know […] initially I had my doubts but then a feelings of eminence came over me and I started to enjoy being in Vietnam. Exultation only comes from a certain type of act, like one of heroism and nothing else.
No one can act indifferently towards heroism, and the natural environment of heroism. After all, it's war.”
Oriana Fallaci, “Nothing, and so be it”, 1968