We soldiers who are driven along to the word of command, or by
blows, we who receive the bullets for which our officers get crosses
and pensions, we, too, poor fools who have hitherto known no better
than to shoot our brothers, why, we have only to make a right-about-face
towards these plumed and decorated personages who are so good as
to command us, to see a ghastly pallor overspread their faces.
-- Peter Kropotkin "An Appeal to the Young" (1880)
translated by H.M. Hyndman