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Show 211 "Ahhhh ..." "Eleven planes! I just can't get over it." "I can't either. But listen, Ben, what if it wasn't eleven?" "Yeah? How many was it?" "I, uh, I don't like to talk about it. But does it really make any difference whether I shot down eleven or eleven hundred? Or none at all? Yeah, what if I shot down none at all, wasn't even in a combat zone, I'd still be the same person. It's the individual that matters, it's what's inside. It's things like love, not killing, that really matter. I became a pacifist because I realized that killing is always wrong." "Now, maybe. But back then when you were knocking them down, Ace, it mattered." "I don't agree. Love comes first, love and peace. Ben, I'd sooner you didn't even talk to me about shooting down planes. I'd sooner no one ever mentioned it." He shook his head in awe at such principle, at such modesty. "It's that I've changed!" I said desperately. "Love is the thing now. War and killing, I hate the very thought of it. Love is all, love is the only thing that matters. I hate war, I hate killing, I hate the military, I hate politics and international power plays, I hate our murderous, competitive culture, I hate power and profits and the world. I hate ..." "I see what you mean: love is all that matters." "We're all crippled, Ben, and only love can make us whole again. Free Love." "Say, you've got a lot in common with Fran Hicks. I'd be happy to pass her on to you, Ace." Now in the room with Ben, while she was down washing her face, I could |
