Does he fold his hands like a man of peace that he is, and say, 'Thy will be done'?
Not the Saadat.

He gets two soldier- engineers, one an Italian who murdered his wife in Italy twenty years ago, and one a British officer that cheated at cards and had to go, and we've got defences that'll take some negotiating.

That's the kind of man he is; smiling to cheer others when their hearts are in their boots, stern like a commander-in-chief when he's got to punish, and then he does it like steel; but I've seen him afterwards in his tent with a face that looks sixty, and he's got to travel a while yet before he's forty.

None of us dares be as afraid as we could be, because a look at him would make us so ashamed we'd have to commit suicide.

He hopes when no one else would ever hope.