As Hemingway said, it was plain to see this boy had never seen a real war. It is all writing. Images of his non-fevered imagination. He had read a few books. As Balboa had gazed at the Pacific, Crane had looked into the Civil War photographs of Brady. A real war would not have suited his talents so well, being a soldier's war rather than an author's. Since he was only twenty-two years of age, he needed the perspective provided by history. He perceives the confusions of his own war clearly, with the irony and the pathos of a survivor. A real war, as he discovered later, would never have resulted in The Red Badge of Courage. For all of his obsession with the "facts" of real life, he intuited the primacy of the imagination. As his imagination cools, the facts will prove to mean less and less.