*hits the ejector seat button*
*lands somewhere in the South Pacific waters with a life preserver, dressed in his Army fatigues, and armed with his standard issue Colt .45ACP M1911, a military combat knife, a canister of water, and a tin of biscuits*
*swims to an uninhabited island, builds a shelter using his knife to fell the Palm trees*
*lives off the coconuts and wild berries, and hunts wild boar for food*
*waits for the war to end*
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.