D Vance with tears in
British commanders and politicians spoke with unusual unity, reminding the world that alliances are not transactional lines on a spreadsheet. They are built in hospital tents, on night patrols, in final letters home. The storm around Vance became a mirror, reflecting how easily the dead can be invoked — or ignored. In that reflection, his tears carried a different weight: not just sorrow, but the cost of speaking carelessly about other people’s war.
