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Last night,
my first phone call from
a student going off
to war. “What books should I take?”
he asked me. Oh, I rattled
on. It seemed like an exciting field
trip, until
he said good-bye, and thanked me
for all that I had done to
“broaden” him. The line grew quiet.
I fumbled
for words, as if ambushed in an
unguarded moment, with no
escape routes
from the
simple
truth.
Thinking of Vince Martinelli
L-S ‘83/ West Point ’87/ Capt.,
Green Berets
Afghanistan
August 19, 2002