"I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't." Klinger tries to explain, sinking in defeat.
"Come again?"
"I tell them that I'm crazy and shouldn't be in a war, they come back with 'Only a sane man would hate a war'. So I tell them I want to fight, that war is the best thing, and what do they do? Tell me I can stay, then, if I like it so much!"
"Oh."
Klinger tugs at his dress. "It's useless, all of this. No point in any of it."
In his distress, he misses the aching nod of agreement.