We were in Mexico, the Colossus of the North, and didn’t need their permission. They would have been lucky to hit us at that range with those pieces. Still, it’s just as well to step lightly around teenage boys in uniform carrying automatic weapons. I had been one myself and I had known, too, with my heart knocking against my ribs and my finger on the trigger of that BAR, that there was nothing sweeter than cutting down the enemies of your country.
