Thoughtful

To this day I guess I'll never know, just why they let me go, but I'll never go dancing no more, 'till I dance with the dead. That's a nice one.

Wounded lying, crying, bodies moving, dying, all around there is the smell of death and fire, hear the planes are coming, hear the soldiers running, killing on a scale to comprehend. WHY....

Seven deadly sins, Seven ways to win, Seven holy paths to hell, and your trip begins...

H2G2 paraphrase!

I don't particularly care what kind of rescue party, though one primarily composed of beautiful, intelligent females would be desirable.

What kind of rescue party should we send? My vote is for an ocular probe!