The last straw is always the short straw, at least in the
movies, the resigned expression of the sucker who got sucked up into a task he would
never have volunteered for, escape now, he does not want to let his comrades
down, those fellow soldiers who might have gotten the short straw if not for
him, and whose fate rests heavily on his shoulders.
We make heroes of the short-straw people, when
in fact they have no choice, to refuse to go ahead, to betray his fellow
soldiers; he must accept whatever evil ahead, no room for selfishness in this.
You must do what you must do, if the straw you draw is too short. Just why we
must do these things, why these things must be done, why we are chosen by fate
is a still greater mystery. Perhaps we know if we let it go, let the short
straw pass on, it may be the last strange, the straw that breaks the camel’s
back
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