Strange how life often swings on small things. Watching TV one evening, seeing the death and carnage in Vietnam on the news, the old man expressed his disapproval. “Hell, we shouldn’t even be there.” “But that isn’t the point,” Daniel replied. “We are there.” “Well, thank God you’re not.” “So we leave it to the black kids who never stood a chance, to the working-class kids, to Hispanics? They’re getting slaughtered by the thousands.” “It’s not our business.” “Well, maybe I should make it mine.” “Damn fool,” the old man said, a little fearful. “Don’t you do anything stupid, you hear me?” The following morning, Daniel Quinn presented himself at … Continue reading Jack Higgins