War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.

Anthony Doerr
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any...
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any...
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any...
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any...
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War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity. It is no different than the chocolate or bullets or parachute silk that are traded in the market place. There are winners and losers in all of these things. The difference is that in war, the price for winning is high.

Source: All The Light We Cannot See

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