The only thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart. — Lois McMaster Bujold. American speculative fiction author (born 1949)
Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.
War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.