“It’s time. Sorry to dump you off like this, Billy, but things often don’t go as planned.” “No, they don’t,” I said sadly. “I’m sorry about all this.” “What do you have to be sorry about, Billy? This isn’t on your head. Someone in a cozy office in London thought this up, and now we’re here to pick up the pieces as best we can. That’s the nature of war.” “Or is it the nature of man?” Or my nature, I wondered. To pursue Rolf Kayser no matter what the cost to others, because he had offended me by killing my friend? “If I had time for philosophy, Billy, I’d give that some thought. But right now I
...more
