Too many times he had seen wounds, the casualties of combat, in his experience far too many of them were inflicted on the wrong people, the women and children. He remembered an old man in Kosovo who had sat in a barn one evening talking with Eddie about his family and life before the war. He remembered something the old man had said.
“Its young men who make war, while the old men try to make peace, women will tend to the wounds and the children learn to hate.”
What Eddie was feeling now was definitely hate not a childlike uncomplicated hate this feeling wanted vengeance, it wanted to understand, it wanted to know why, but more than anything else it wanted retribution. As he looked at his friend he knew that he would be the one to deliver it, whoever had inflicted these injuries would pay and it would be a terrible price.