The Stones Cry Out by Hikaru Okuizumi
"Manase tried to imagine what it must be like to die together with his commander, to fall under the fire of the recognizable enemy, hearing in his ears the voice that had ordained his death, spurred by the whistling of naked steel. He imagined himself in a field shrouded in a lilac haze, an infinitely tragic figure; the bullets piercing his flesh seemed to give more pleasure than pain. To shed tears because now he was about to die for the Great Cause he had heard so much about, at the same time yearning for a swift death―" (26-27).
Who Will Cry for the Little Boy? by Antwone Fisher
"We lived this way, and loved that way, ask anyone who had seen us" (13).
"I must have painted you with me, more than one hundred times. I love you more than life itself, on this canvas called my mind" (37).
"Lightning strikes and thunder rolls, my eyes are damp, your heart is cold" (47).