How strange it is to look at a suicide bomber and feel envy. At least it'd be a beautiful death.
Apparently, the battle this image is from had all the qualities of Staligrand but happened 5 years earlier.
Asymmetric warfare. Vicious close quarters combat. Rage. A Great Victory. 411 dead and 1349 wounded.
None of these terms can ever convey what they felt in that moment. Or the love for their parents who loved them, or each meal they had for the 7482 days they were alive, the sunrises and sunsets over the fields, their hopes for the future.

I really can't stand war films from an impersonal perspective...