Quote by C. D. Andrews

O can't you see, brother -- Death's a congested road for fighters now, and hero a cheap label.

O can't you see, brother -- Death's a congested road for fig

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This quote reflects the speaker's disillusionment with the concept of heroism in the context of war. They express their frustration, highlighting how death has become commonplace for fighters, rendering the title of hero as something trivial and easily applied. By suggesting that heroism has lost its value and become overused, the quote emphasizes the speaker's cynicism towards society's glorification of war and the individuals involved in it.

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