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What would you do?
Would you feel pity for yourself? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did? The day was cloudy.
I passed through towns with familiar names, through the pine forests and down to the prairie, and then to Vietnam, where I was a soldier, and then home again. I was a coward.
I went to the war. Of course I cried. And although I now think its truth is not the truth of happening, it still is true, but its truth more info the truth of story.
For it could have been my story. I was less [URL] two years older than Tim. She had graduated from Macalester for godsakes. And I had received my draft notice just a few weeks after graduating, had even driven to Ft.