That headline reads funny in a macabre way.
Here my contribution;
I sat in the car last week, listening to the radio. It was an early morning and there was a special about WWI. Some historians and the radio channel "acted" out Memoirs and letters the soldiers sent back home from the frontline. One of these letters brought tears to my eyes. It was from a french soldier who survived the battle of Verdun and some other French offensive against the Germans. in 1918 he wrote something like
I can't do it anymore. I've seen it all. I wish I was at home seeing my loved ones, sleeping in a real bed and eating from an actual plate. It's cold here and this war doesn't have any meaning whatsoever. Why are we here?I'm sorry my dear. I didn't mean to complain and worry you. I need to be courageous now. I'll see you soon.
That man has seen it fucking all and EXCUSES for complaining about it and says that he needs to man. Idk, the way the man read it in the radio probably made it sound even more emotional. This somehow got to me.