When it is over many miss it. I have sat in Sarajevo cafes and heard that although no one wished back the suffering, they all yearned for the lost spirit of self-sacrfice and collective struggle. War's cost is exacting. It destroys families. It leaves behind a wasteland, irreconciliable grief.
War consumes the good along with the wicked.
There will be no stopping it. Pity will be banished. Fear will rule.