More importantly, Junger's book is not about Afghanistan or the Taliban--these are merely the backdrop for his penetrating examination of the men who go to war (in fact, the larger geo-political questions go (thankfully) unaddressed).
This tension (this war) between love, loss, self-deception and forgetting is ultimately what one walks away with reading Junger's masterful War.
Finally, it is worth noting that in considering Afghanistan and its bloody Korengal valley, another line from Neruda's poem rings equally true:
Here's Neruda's poem in its entirety.
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
My voice tries to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
and these the last verses that I write for her.