"Wars aren't just fought with tanks and soldiers, warships and
bomber planes," the man says. He reaches one hand out and puts
it on your shoulder, squeezing it in a way that was surely intended
to be calming.
"there's more to it than that, much more, in fact, I don't think
it would necessarily be wrong to say that all those deaths are only
a rather small aspect of it all. The biggest part of every war is
fought all within the four walls of several offices around the world."
"Oh," you say.
"In your case," the man continues, "You were just in the eye of the
proverbial storm. I didn't think I'd see you again."
"I'm sorry, but I have no clue what you're talking about," you say.
The man sighs.