The Austrian officer he didn't shoot
Lying hidden before the Austrian trenches at dawn, Lussu watched a young enemy officer drink his morning coffee and light a cigarette, and he held the man in his rifle sights at point-blank range. He could not fire: once the enemy became a particular man doing ordinary things, killing him felt like murder rather than war. He concluded that war is waged against an army, an abstraction, and that the right to kill collapses when the target becomes an individual.
