"They can't do anything to him, Sharlie."
"It's what he'll do to himself."
"Suicide? Not he."
"I don't mean that. Can't you see that when he gets away to England, safe, and the funk settles down he'll start romancing all over again. He'll see the whole war again like that; and then he'll remember what he's done. He'll have to live all his life remembering…."
"He won't. You'll remember—You'll suffer. You're feeling the shame he ought to feel and doesn't."
"Well, somebody's got to feel it…. And he'll feel it too. He won't be let off. As long as he lives he'll remember…. I don't want him to have that suffering."
"He's brought it on himself, Sharlie."
"I don't care. I don't want him to have it. I couldn't bear it if he got away."
"Of course, if you're going to be unhappy about it—"
"The only thing is, can we go after him? Can we spare a car?"