Which war? [He squints.] I don't know. I was in a pretty bad war, but every war is bad. Just young idealists made to kill other young idiots. Stupid idealists. Stupid optimists. They're all idiots.

[They way he says "idiots" sounds a lot like "eedyots".]

But which war, tell me. [He makes a drunken "talk to me" motion, before going over to Boone's side to lean against the wall, thumping his head back against it so that he can see the stars.]