Whenever I want a smooth read with a good dose of biting satire, I turn to Vonnegut. In Hocus Pocus, the lead character reflects on how many people he killed in Vietnam.

I have long had a sort of ballpark figure in my head. . . . I hadn’t been working as a teacher at Athena [a prison] very long before it occurred to me that I had almost certainly killed more people than had the mass murderer Alton Darwin or anybody else serving time in there. That didn’t trouble me, and still doesn’t. I just think it is interesting.

It is like an old movie. Does that mean that something is wrong with me?

I’ve never understood the willingness of Christians to engage in war. Does imagio dei not apply to “others”? Didn’t Jesus sacrifice himself instead of choosing revolution?