Dharmakshetre, kurukshetre

The sudden movements of battle do not translate well into life, not in the interpersonal spaces. Watching a bullet come close, close, we turn, slow-motion, to find a comrade unable to comprehend that the world is spinning on that axis, that moment. And so things pass.
How to live through this battle when the call of the green field on the far side of the trenches is so, so sweet?