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