Himself knew that it was time (after 3 years) to leave a war torn city the day they were having a barbeque on a roof top way out in the Badland Burbs.
Bombs to the left of them. Bullets to the right of them. Missiles incoming overhead.
And they just carried on eating!
We all get to a point when the fear of dying is…erm…POINTLESS ? ? ?
I adore this scene :o)
P.S. Is there a teeny Tennyson vibe around here somewhere?