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From this war essay, in which David Kahn reluctantly returns to his memories as a tankist in the Yom Kippur War, reveals an abyss of war sealed with shock, denial and silence. With impressive observation and honesty, Kahn manages to tell of the empty, violent face of the battlefield and his imprint deeply imprinted on his soul. The never-ending prices of that damn war are, in a chilling way, proving to be more relevant than ever. --Publisher website.