I look upon war with horror. Take my word for it, if you had seen but one day of war you would pray to Almighty God that you had never seen such a thing again. After every war someone has to clean up. Things won't straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the sides of the road, so the corpse-laden wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired in scum and ashes, sofa-springs, splintered glass, and bloody rags.
Someone must drag in a girder to prop up a wall. Someone must glaze a window, rehang a door. Photogenic it's not, and takes years. All the cameras have left for another war. Again we'll need bridges and new railway stations.