And then Tim O’Brien says, Not so fast.
The border with Canada is so close, all the narrator has to do is get to the other side of a river.
- My conscience told me to run, but some irrational and powerful force was resisting, like a weight pushing me toward the war. What it came down to, stupidly, was a sense of shame. Hot, stupid shame. I did not want people to think badly of me. Not my parents, not my brother and sister, not even the folks down at the Gobbler Café.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.