That's deep.

One Thanksgiving, we'd all gathered in the living room to digest the big feast. The conversation turned to the war in Iraq. Our relatives shared their opinions and things they'd heard on the nightly news and in various newspapers. All the while, my mom remained silent, taking it all in. Then the conversation stopped momentarily, as conversations do, everyone taking a second or two to ruminate.

Contemplatively, mom breaks the silence with:

"War is hell."

It was delivered in such a matter-of-fact, brass-tax tone, and whether is was right or wrong everyone burst into laughter.