One brave little buffalo

War is a hell hole. War brings out the best in people when bravery is shown, but for the most part it brings out the worst in people as well. It causes people to cope, and some people just can not cope in normal ways. "Garden of Evil. Over here, every sin is fresh and original" (O'Brien 76). What causes a man to slower torture and slaughter a buffalo calf?

He lost his best friend, he lost his brother, he lost the man he had grown to love. Something as vile and as purely evil as war could only be created by man. It rots the brain, it hardens the heart, it drains the life from the soldiers brought back in bags or own their legs. The buffalo, in a way, represents one man's attempt to stand against the monster. No matter how long you stand, no matter your courage, if one single man tries to stand against the devilish hellfire of war that others have created, the single man will be crushed in it's wake.