"By what right do you dare to say that there’s a superior few to which you belong? By what right did you decide that that boy in there was inferior and could be killed? Did you think you were God, Brandon? Is that what you thought when you choked the life out of him? Is that what you thought when you served food from his grave?! I don’t know who you are but I know what you done. You murdered! You choked the life out of a fellow human being who could live and love as you never could, and never will again!"
Make shift barber shops during WW1 & WW2. Men keeping themselves sharp even in the darkest of times, there’s something very noble about that sense of self respect and pride in your appearance when bullets are flying over head.