Well, that's life for you. Celebrate your birthday, get drafted off to war against your will, die and come back to life and everything else that's foul and unholy in life. [ he was so, so embittered. the break from the village had not done the doctor that much good and being drafted had only served to exacerbate these issues. ] What do you want me to say? Go and mollycoddle him if it'll make you feel better.