What you are is a question only you can answer.
War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.
When you can't do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.