after the pitch of battle and exaltation of victory , when it 's suddenly done , and your mind and heart and stomach are still aswirl in emotion , and you 've lost comrades , and you are so hot and covered in sweat and bloodso much blood everywhere you do n't know if the blood you wear is your enemies ' , your crewmates ' or your ownand in this disoriented state , someone demands , `` what 's to be done with this whining little bitch ?