Sanchez said nothing.
"Five thousand people. Five thousand young Syrians. They died on the Golan Heights, died in Hasspin Village, died on the outskirts of Tiberias City. When they died, they thought they were reclaiming lost land for Syria. They thought they were bringing glory to the Arabs. They thought they were sacrificing for Allah." He paused, "But I know they were only being used. Used by the person hiding in Moscow. Used by those drinking tea in Tehran. Used by those counting money in Washington."
He turned around and looked at Sanchez. "Lieutenant Colonel, do you believe that in ten years, no one will remember their names?"
Sanchez was silent for three seconds. "General, I don't believe."
Hassan was stunned. "You don't believe?"
