"War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing eachother"

He finishes his sentence, he has a guilty look on his face -- of course, he's a dirty man with no soul. He elaborates further

"I was very angry and very young"

He reminisces again. Finding the right words to say, he can't think straight.

"Maybe.. That is no excuse"

Blame. He can't find anyone to blame -- other than himself