There’s this sweet young man at work. Very smart, shy, and gentle, tall. Today we talked. We had an errand and I drove the van with him in the seat along side. I’m old and curious and so is he. He tells me about mathematics and the astrophysics trivia he trades with his grandfather. Suddenly I got a thought and turned to him and asked, “You aren’t going to join the army are you?” And he said, “Yes.” He wants to join the air force, actually, and break codes somewhere back from the enemy lines, maybe deep inside a mountain bunker. Our conversation went along. He’s a good kid. He said he’d be proud to serve his country.
I said I thought the American government was criminal and there were much better ways to serve his country. We spent the rest of the day in silence.

