Some years ago in the US, my neighbour was a retired Army general in his eighties. A widower, he would occasionally come for tea and I got to hear some of the history of World War II at first hand.
Along with those memories, he sometimes offered tales from his own youth. A recurrent theme was his memory of a girl who sat in front of him in grammar school, whose pigtail he had once tipped into his inkwell. Her reproof, "Now Robert!" stayed with him and the story seemed tinged with regret and also longing. Or so I surmised when he drove to the town where she then lived, a widow herself. In his courtly manner he persuaded her of his lingering affection and brought her back as his bride.
But uprooted from her friends and the orderly life she had built for herself, the lady soon became disenchanted and the marriage ended as she returned to her former home and routine.
I think I was more saddened by the dissolution of the romance and the ending of the old man's dream than he was, for he threw himself back into his life and his small farm where he lived.
This dream of an admired general brought sadness to a small number of people. Unlike this punctured romance momentarily affecting the lives of two old people, the dreams of our leaders and their generals of romantic adventures in the Middle East, influence the lives of thousands and often the young.