I’m fighting for the freedom of real individuals here on this ground in Vietnam, and I hate to lose. It breaks my heart, Skip.” “You think we’ll actually lose? Is that what you think, ultimately?” “Ultimately?” His uncle seemed surprised by the word. “Ultimately I think … we’ll be forgiven. I believe we’ll wander in the darkness for a good long time, and some of what we do here will never be made right, but we will be forgiven. What about you? What do you think, Skip?” “Uncle, we’re in a mess. A mess.”
