There's an old story of a father who had two sons. 

When he knew a civil war was about to break out, he sent one son to fight for the North, and one to the South. He figured if he had sons on both sides, there'd be a better chance one would survive. 

when you fight a war at home, the casualties are your neighbors, your friends, your family, leaving you all alone. 

War isn't civil. You pick sides and defend them. You attack. You hurt people. You get hurt. You fight, and you fight, and you fight. To what end? What are we fighting against? What are we fighting for? 

When is it time to just quit all of this nonsense and simply surrender?