Matterhorn

by Karl Marlantes

“Lifer,” Fredrickson retorted. “Loyal, industrious, freedom-loving, efficient, rugged,” Bass shot back quickly. “Lazy, ignorant fucker expecting retirement,” Fredrickson replied. Mellas burst out laughing.

“Then, the sky turn gray again in the east, and you know what I do? I choose all over to keep believin’. All along I know Jesus could maybe be just some fairy tale, and I could be just this one big fool. I choose anyway.”