“Some carried themselves with a sort of wistful resignation, others with pride or stiff soldierly discipline or good humor or macho zeal. They were afraid of dying but they were even more afraid to show it. They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing—these were intangibles, but the intangibles had their own mass and specific gravity, they had tangible weight. They carried shameful memories. By and large they carried these things inside, maintaining the masks of composure…(and) at night, on guard, staring into the dark, they were carried away by jumbo jets.”
(The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien)