He was my brother. Older than me. He died in the war. I’m sorry. It’s all right. He was the fortunate one. To die in the war? To die in the war. To die in a state of belief. Yes. Belief in what? In what. How to say it. Belief in himself as a man in a land under arms for a cause that was just for a people he loved and the fathers of those people and their poetry and their pain and their God.
