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[woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year
This closing monologue, and this passage in particular, contrasts sharply with the overall theme of the album, which is a harsh criticism of the casual, arm's-length nature of war as fought by the west. In modern conflict, the viewer at home knows nothing of the horror faced on the battlefield or by civilians caught in the crossfire.
Razzell's account here reveals that he agonized for nearly his entire life over his decision he'd had to made seven decades before.
War is indeed hell, and there are no "great" wars, but Razzell's tale shows us how direct, personal involvement in war has changed and sanitized by the media's portrayal of it.