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T7O N,IODrJL TEXTS FOR WRITERS of black Arnericans ro seize local enrrepreneurialopportunities is co fail to accept our role as leaclers of our own comrntrnity. Not to dernand thar each member of the black cc-rmmunity accept individual respon- sibility for her or his behavior - whether that behavior assulnes the form of black-on'black hornicide, gang mernbers violatins the sanctity of the chtrrch, Lrnprotected sexual acdvity, gangster rap lyrics, what- ever - is for us to function rlerely as ethnic cheerleaders selling woof tickers frorn calnpus or sr.rburbs, rather thar-rsaying the dilficult things rhar mey be unpopular with our fellows. Being a leader does not neces- sarily rneen beir-rg loved; loving one's community lneans daring to risk esrrangelrrer-rr and alienation fi'om ir in che shclrc rttn in order to break the cycle of povcrty and despair in which we find ourselves,over the long run. For what is at stake is nothing less tl-ran rhe survival of our coLr lltr y, and rl-re Afi ican- Atne rican p'teople thetn selves. Thosc of us on carnpus can also reach ollt ro rhose of us left behind on rhe streers. l}e historically black colleges and universities and Afro- Arnerican Srudics .-leparrments ir-r ti-ris cour-rtry can ir-rstitutionalize sophornore :rnd junior ye:rr inrernships for community developrnenr rlrrough orga.nizations such as the Childrens Defense Ftrnd. Together we can combat teenage pregnancies, black-on-black crime, and the spread of AIDS irorn drug abuse and Llllprotected sexr,ral relations, and corrnter the spread of despair and hopelessness in our courtnuuities. Dr. King did not die so that half of us would rnake it, half of us perish, forever rarnishir-rg two centuries of agitation for our equal rights. We, the membcrs of che Talented Tenth, rnLrst accepr our historical respon- sibility and live Dr. Kings crecJo that none oFus is free until all of us are free.And rhar all of us are brothers and sisters, as Dr. King said so long ago - whire and bl:rck, Protestant and Caclrolic, Ger-rtile and Jew and Mtrslirn, rich and poor - even if we are not brothers-in-law. Tim O'Brien On the Rainy River Tim O'Brien was born in 1946 in Austin, Minnesota, to an insurance salesman and an elementary school teacher. Both of his parents were veter?flS: his father had been in the Navy in lwo Jima and Okinawa during World War ll, and his mother hadserved with the WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service). As a child, O'Brien spent time reading in the county lrbrary, learning to perform magic tricks, and playing baseball (his first piece of fiction was called "Timmy of the Little League"). O'Brien attended Macalester College in SaintPaul, Minnesota, majoring in political science. When he graduated in 1968, he hoped to join the State Department as a diplomat-but instead, just weeks after graduation, hewas drafted into the Army. O'Brien nearly fled to Canada: during his training in Fort Lewis, Washington, he planned to desert, but he went only as far as Seattle before turning back. In 1969, at the ageof 22, he went to Quang Ngai, Vietnam, first as a rifleman and later as a radio telephone operator and clerk. He completed a 13-month tourof duty, earning a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. After his return to the United States in 1970, O'Brien enrolled in Harvard's doctoral program in government and spent his summers working as an intern for the Washrngton Post. He became a full- time national affairs reporter, covering Senate heanngs and political events. Several years later, O'Brien left both his graduate work and his job at the Posf to pursue a career as a writer. ln a memoir, seven novels, and many short stories, O'Brien has explored the question of moral responsibility: Who is responsible for the 58,000 American soldiers and more than a million Vietnamese people killed in battle between 1965 and 1975? "On the Rainy River" describes a young manwhohas to choose between going to Vietnam andfleeing to Canada to evade the draft. He blames the war on everyone-the president, the joint chiefs of staff,the knee-jerk patriots in his hometown-but ultimatelv 17I

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T7

O

N,I

OD

rJL

T

EX

TS

FO

R W

RIT

ER

S

of b

lack

Arn

eric

ans

ro s

eize

loca

l enr

repr

eneu

rial

oppo

rtun

ities

is

co fa

ilto

acc

ept o

ur r

ole

as le

acle

rs of

our

ow

n co

mrn

trni

ty.

Not

to

der

nand

thar

eac

h m

embe

r of

the

bla

ck c

c-rm

mun

ity a

ccep

t ind

ivid

ual

resp

on-

sibi

lity

for

her

or h

is b

ehav

ior -

w

heth

er t

hat

beha

vior

ass

ulne

s the

form

of

blac

k-on

'bla

ck h

orni

cide

, gan

g m

ernb

ers

viol

atin

s th

e sa

nctit

yof

the

cht

rrch

, Lr

npro

tect

ed s

exua

l ac

dvity

, gan

gste

r ra

p ly

rics,

wha

t-ev

er -

is fo

r us

to f

unct

ion

rler

ely

as e

thni

c ch

eerl

eade

rs se

lling

woo

ftic

kers

fror

n ca

lnpu

s or

sr.

rbur

bs, ra

ther

tha

r-r s

ayin

g th

e di

lficu

lt th

ings

rhar

mey

be

unpo

pula

r w

ith o

ur f

ello

ws.

Bei

ng a

lead

er d

oes

not

nece

s-sa

rily

rnee

n be

ir-rg

love

d; lo

ving

one

's co

mm

unity

ln

eans

dar

ing

to r

isk

esrr

ange

lrrer

-rr an

d al

iena

tion

fi'om

ir

in c

he s

hclrc

rttn

in

orde

r to

bre

akth

e cy

cle

of p

ovcr

ty a

nd d

espa

ir in

whi

ch w

e fin

d ou

rsel

ves,

over

the

long

run

. Fo

r w

hat

is a

t st

ake

is n

othi

ng l

ess t

l-ra

n rhe

sur

viva

l of

our

coLr

lltr y

, a nd

rl-r

e Afi

ican

- Atn

e ric

an p

'teop

le th

etn

selv

es.

Thos

c of

us

on c

arnp

us ca

n al

so re

ach

ollt

ro r

hose

of

us le

ft b

ehin

don

rhe

str

eers

. l}e

hist

oric

ally

bla

ck c

olle

ges a

nd u

nive

rsiti

es a

nd A

fro-

Arn

eric

an

Sru

dics

.-le

parr

men

ts ir

-r ti

-ris

cou

r-rt

ry c

an i

r-rs

titut

iona

lize

soph

orno

re :r

nd ju

nior

ye

:rr i

nrer

nshi

ps f

or c

omm

unity

de

velo

prne

nrrlr

roug

h or

ga.n

izat

ions

such

as

the

Chi

ldre

ns

Def

ense

Ftr

nd. T

oget

her

we

can

com

bat

teen

age

preg

nanc

ies,

bla

ck-o

n-bl

ack

crim

e, a

nd t

hesp

read

of A

IDS

ir

orn

drug

abu

se an

d Ll

llpro

tect

ed se

xr,r

al rela

tions

, and

corr

nter

the

spre

ad o

f de

spai

r an

d ho

pele

ssne

ss in

our

cou

rtnu

uitie

s.D

r. K

ing

did

not

die

so th

at h

alf o

f us

wou

ld r

nake

it, h

alf o

f us

per

ish,

fore

ver

rarn

ishi

r-rg

two

cent

urie

s of

agi

tatio

n fo

r ou

r eq

ual r

ight

s. W

e,th

e m

embc

rs o

f ch

e Tal

ente

d Te

nth,

rnL

rst a

ccep

r our

his

tori

cal r

espo

n-si

bilit

y an

d liv

e D

r. K

ings

cre

cJo th

at n

one

oFus

is fr

ee u

ntil

all o

f us

are

free

. And

rha

r all

of u

s ar

e br

othe

rs a

nd s

iste

rs, a

s Dr.

Kin

g sa

id s

o lo

ngag

o -

whi

re a

nd b

l:rck

, Pro

test

ant

and

Cac

lrolic

, Ger

-rtil

e and

Jew

and

Mtr

slir

n, ri

ch a

nd p

oor

- ev

en if

we

are

not

brot

hers

-in-

law

.

Tim

O'B

rien

On

the R

ainy

Riv

er

Tim

O'B

rien

was

born

in 1

946 i

n Aus

tin,

Min

neso

ta, to a

n ins

uran

cesa

lesm

an an

d an

ele

men

tary

sc

hool

teac

her.

Bot

h of h

is p

aren

tsw

ere v

eter

?flS

: his f

athe

r had

bee

n in

the

Nav

y in

lwo J

ima a

ndO

kina

wa du

ring

Wor

ld W

ar ll,

and

his m

othe

r had

serv

ed wit

h the

WA

VE

S (W

omen

Acc

epte

d for V

olun

teer

Em

erge

ncy S

ervi

ce).

As a

chil

d, O

'Bri

en sp

ent ti

me r

eadi

ng in th

e cou

nty lr

brar

y,

lear

ning

to

perf

orm

mag

ic tric

ks, an

d pla

ying

base

ball (h

is firs

t pie

ce of

fict

ion

was

calle

d "T

imm

y of t

he Li

ttle

Leag

ue")

.O

'Bri

en at

tend

ed Mac

ales

ter Col

lege

in S

aint

Pau

l, M

inne

sota

,m

ajor

ing in

pol

itic

al sc

ienc

e.

Whe

n he g

radu

ated

in

196

8, he

hope

dto

join

the S

tate

Dep

artm

ent as

a di

plom

at-b

ut in

stea

d,

just

wee

ksaf

ter g

radu

atio

n,

he w

as dr

afte

d into

the A

rmy.

O'B

rien

near

ly fled

toC

anad

a:

duri

ng hi

s tra

inin

g in F

ort L

ewis

, Was

hing

ton,

he

pla

nned

to d

eser

t, bu

t he

wen

t onl

y as f

ar a

s S

eatt

le be

fore

turn

ing b

ack.

In 1

969,

at th

e ag

e of 2

2, h

e w

ent to

Qua

ng Nga

i, Vie

tnam

, firs

tas

a ri

flem

an an

d lat

er as

a ra

dio te

leph

one op

erat

or

and c

lerk

. He

com

plet

ed

a 13

-mon

th tour

of d

uty,

earn

ing a

Pur

ple H

eart

and a

Bro

nze S

tar.

Aft

er hi

s ret

urn to

the U

nite

d Sta

tes in

197

0, O

'Bri

en en

rolle

d inH

arva

rd's

do

ctor

al prog

ram

in g

over

nmen

t and s

pent

his s

umm

ers

wor

king

as a

n in

tern

for t

he W

ashr

ngto

n Pos

t. H

e be

cam

e a fu

ll-ti

me n

atio

nal af

fair

s repo

rter

, cove

ring

S

enat

e hea

nngs

an

d pol

itic

alev

ents

. Sev

eral

year

s late

r, O'B

rien

left

both

his g

radu

ate w

ork a

ndhi

s job

at th

e P

osf to

pur

sue a

car

eer as

a w

rite

r. ln

a m

emoi

r, se

ven

nove

ls, an

d man

y sho

rt st

orie

s, O'B

rien

has e

xplo

red th

e qu

esti

onof

mor

al re

spon

sibi

lity:

W

ho is

resp

onsi

ble for t

he 58

,000

Am

eric

anso

ldie

rs

and m

ore t

han a

mill

ion V

ietn

ames

e peop

le kille

d in

batt

lebe

twee

n 196

5 and

1975

?"O

n the

Rai

ny Riv

er" d

escr

ibes

a

youn

g man

who

has t

o ch

oose

betw

een go

ing t

o V

ietn

am an

d fle

eing

to C

anad

a to e

vade

the d

raft

.H

e bl

ames

the

war

on e

very

one-

the p

resi

dent

, the

join

t chi

efs

of s

taff

, the

knee

-jer

k patr

iots

in h

is h

omet

own-

but u

ltim

atel

v

17I

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2

Mo

DE

L T

EX

TS

Fo

R w

RT

TE

RS

take

s his

pla

ce am

ong th

em, c

hoos

ing to

go

to w

ar. H

is de

cisi

onpr

ecip

itate

s the e

vent

s of t

he b

ook,

The T

hing

s The

y Car

ried,

just

asO

'Bri

en's

own c

onfli

cted

deci

sion

to g

o to

war

set t

he co

urse

of h

islif

e, firs

t as a

sol

dier

and t

hen a

s a w

rite

r.Th

e Thi

ngs T

hey C

arrie

d (199

0) w

as a

final

ist fo

r bot

h the

Pul

itzer

Pri

ze an

d the

Nat

iona

l Boo

k Cri

tics

Cir

cle A

war

d. O'B

rien

's othe

rsi

gnifi

cant

book

s incl

ude l

f I D

ie in

a C

omba

t Zone

, Box

Me

Up a

ndS

hip M

e H

ome (

1973

), G

oing

afte

r Cac

ciat

o (I9

78),

The

Nuc

lear

Age

(I98

5), a

nd ln

the L

ake o

f the

Woo

ds (199

4). T

im O

'Bri

en liv

esin

Tex

as with

his w

ife an

d son

. He t

each

es crea

tive w

ritin

g at T

exas

Sta

te U

nive

rsitv

.

f hi

s is

one

stor

y I'v

e ne

ver r

old

befo

re. N

ot t

o an

yone

. Not

to

my

I pa

rent

s, no

t to

my

brot

her o

r si

ster

, not

eve

n to

my

wife

, To

goin

ro it

, I'v

e al

way

s tho

ught

, wou

ld o

nly

caus

e em

barr

assm

enr fo

r all

ofus

, a s

udde

n nee

d to

be e

lsew

here

, whi

ch is

che

natu

ral r

espo

nse t

o a

conf

essi

on. E

ven n

ow I

'll a

drni

t, the

sto

ry m

akes

me

squi

rm, F

or m

ore

than

twen

ty y

ears

I've

had

to li

ve w

irh ir

, fee

ling r

he s

ham

e, rr

ying

ropu

slr f

t aw

ay, an

d so

by

this

act

of r

emem

bran

ce, by

put

ting

the

fact

sdo

wn

on p

aper

, I'm h

opin

g to

relie

ve at

leas

t som

e of t

he pr

essu

re on

my

drea

ms.

Sdl

l, it'

s :r h

ard

stor

y to

tell.

All

of u

s, I

supp

ose,

like

to b

elie

veth

at in

a m

oral

em

erge

ncy w

e w

ill b

ehav

e like

the

hero

es of

our

you

th,

brav

ely a

nd fo

rthr

ight

ly, w

ithou

t th

ough

t of p

erso

nal lo

ss or

dis

cred

it.C

erca

inly

chac

was

my

conv

icci

on ba

ck in

the

sur

nmer

of 1

968.

Tim

O'B

rien:

a se

cret

hero

. The

Lon

e R

ange

r. If

the

stak

es ev

er be

cam

e hig

hen

ough

- if

the e

vil w

ere e

vil e

noug

h, if

the g

ood w

ere g

ood e

noug

h -

Iw

ould

sim

ply A

p a

secr

et re

serv

oir o

f cou

rage

that

had

been

accu

mul

at-

ing

insi

de m

e ov

er th

e ye

ars.

Cou

rage

, I se

emed

to th

ink,

com

es to

us i

n6n

ite q

uant

ities

, like

an in

herit

ance

, and

by b

eing

frug

al an

d st

ashi

ng it

away

and

letti

ng it

ear

n int

eres

t, we

stea

dily

incr

ease

our m

oral

cap

ital

in p

''rsp

2l"x

tion fo

r tha

t day

whe

n th

e ac

coun

t mus

t be

draw

n do

wn.

Itw

as a

com

fort

ing

tl-re

ory.

It di

spen

sed w

ith a

ll th

ose b

othe

rsom

e litt

leac

cs of

dai

ly co

urag

e; it

offe

red h

ope

and

grac

e ro

the

repe

titiv

e cow

ard;

it ju

stifi

ed th

e pa

st w

hile

am

ortiz

ing t

he fu

ture

.In

June

of 7

968,

a mon

th a

frcr

grad

uatin

g from

Mac

ales

cer C

olle

ge,I

was

draf

ted t

o 6g

ht a

war

I ha

ted'

I was

twen

ty-o

ne ye

ars o

ld. Y

oung

,yes

,an

d po

litic

ally

naiv

e, bu

t eve

n so t

he A

mer

ican

war

in V

ietn

am s

eem

ed

O'B

rie

n *

On

rh

e R

ain

y R

ive

r I7

3

ro m

e wro

ng. C

erta

in bl

ood

was

bein

g she

d for

unc

erra

in re

ason

s. I s

awno

uni

ry o

f pur

pose

, no c

onse

nsus

on m

arre

rs of

phi

loso

phy o

r his

tory

or la

w. T

he ve

ry fa

cts w

ere s

hrou

ded i

n un

cerr

aint

y: W

as ir

a ci

vil w

ar?

A w

ar o

f nat

iona

l libe

rario

r-r or

sim

ple a

ggre

ssio

ni W

ho s

tart

ed it,

and

whe

n, an

d why

i Wha

t re

alLy

happ

ened

ro rh

e llS

S M

addo

x on

that

dar

kni

ght i

n th

e G

ulf

of T

onki

ni W

as H

o C

hi M

inh

a C

omm

unis

r sto

oge,

or a

nat

iona

list s

avio

r, or

bot

h, o

r ne

ither

i Wha

t ab

our t

he G

enev

aA

ccor

dsi W

hat

abou

t SE

ATO

and

rhe C

old

War

i Wha

r ab

out d

omi-

noes

i Am

eric

a was

divi

ded o

n th

ese a

nd a

thou

sand

orhe

r iss

ues,

and

the

deba

te ha

d sp

illed

out a

cros

s the

floor

of t

he U

nite

d S

rare

s Sen

ate

and

into

the

stre

ers,

and

smar

r men

in p

insr

ripes

coul

d no

t agr

ee on

even

the

rnos

r fund

amen

tal rn

acte

rs of p

ublic

pol

icy.

The

only

cer

rain

cyth

at s

umm

er w

as m

oral

con

fusi

on. It

was

my

view

then

, and

stil

l is,

that

you

don

't rn

ake w

ar w

ithou

t kno

win

g w

hy. K

now

ledg

e, of

cou

rse,

is a

lway

s impe

rfec

t, but

it s

eem

ed ro

me

thar

whe

n a

nario

n goe

s ro

war

ir rn

ust h

ave r

easo

nabl

e con

fiden

ce in

the j

r-rs

tice a

nd im

pera

tive o

f irs

caus

e. You

can'

t fix y

our m

isra

kes.

Onc

e peo

ple a

re de

ad, y

ou ca

nr m

ake

rher

n und

ead.

In a

ny c

ase r

hose

wer

e m

y co

nvic

rions

, and

bac

k in

col

lege

I ha

dta

ken

a m

odes

r sra

nd a

gain

st rh

e w

ar. N

orhi

ng r

adic

al, n

o ho

rhea

dsc

ufl j

ust

ringi

ng a

few

doo

rbel

ls fo

r G

ene

McC

arrh

y, co

mpo

sing

afe

w te

diou

s, un

insp

ired

ediro

rials

for

che

cam

pus n

ewsp

aper

. Odd

ly,

thou

gh, i

t w

as a

lmos

r enr

irely

an in

relle

ctua

l acr

ivity

. I br

ough

r som

een

ergy

ro it

, of c

ours

e, bu

r ir

was

rhe

ener

gy th

at a

ccom

pani

es alm

ost

any

abst

ract

ende

avor

; I fe

lt no

per

sona

l dan

ger,

I fe

lt no

sen

se of

an

irnpe

ndin

g cris

is in

my

life.

Sru

pidl

y, w

irh a

kind

of s

mug

rem

oval

that

Ica

nt b

egin

to fa

rllom

, I as

sum

ed rh

ar rh

e pro

blem

s of k

illin

g an

d dy

ing

did

not f

all w

irhin

my

spec

ial pr

ovin

ce.

The

draf

t not

ice a

rriv

ed on

June

17,1

968.

Ir w

as a

hum

id a

frer

noon

,I

rem

embe

a clo

udy a

nd ve

ry qu

iec,

and

Id ju

sr c

onle

in fr

om a

roun

dof

gol

f. M

y m

othe

r and

farh

er w

ere

havi

ng lu

nch

our i

n th

e ki

tche

n.I

rem

embe

r ope

ning

up

the

lette

r, sc

anni

ng th

e fir

sr fe

w li

nes,

feel

ing

rhe b

lood

go

rhic

k be

hind

my

eyes

. I re

mem

ber a

soun

d in

my

head

. Itw

asnt

rhin

king

, jusr

a s

ilenr

horv

l. A m

illio

n rh

ings

all a

r onc

e -

I was

rco

good

for

rl-ris

war

. Too

sffr

arc,

too

com

pass

iona

te, to

o ev

eryt

hing

.It

coul

dn't h

appe

n. I

was

abo

ve it.

I ha

d th

e w

orld

dic

ked -

P

hi B

era

Kap

pa an

d su

mm

a cum

laud

e and

pre

side

nt of

rhe s

rude

nr bo

dy a

nd a

Full-

ride s

chol

arsh

ip fo

r gra

d stu

dies

at H

arva

rd. A

mis

take

, may

be -

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MoD

EL T

EX

Ts F

oR w

Rrr

ER

S

foul

-up

in th

e pa

perw

ork.

I was

no s

oldi

er. I

hace

d Boy

Sco

uts.

I hat

edca

mpi

ng ou

t. I h

ated

dirt

and

tent

s and

mos

quiro

es. Th

e si

ght o

f blo

odm

ade

me

quea

sy, an

d I

coul

dn'r t

oler

are a

utho

rity,

and

I di

dn't

know

a rif

le fr

om a

slin

gsho

t. I w

as a

libe

r,tl,

for

Chr

ist s

ake:

If rh

ey n

eede

dfr

esh b

odie

s, w

l-ry n

ot d

raft

som

e bac

k-to

-rhe

-sro

ne-a

ge

haw

ki O

r so

me

dum

b jin

go in

his

har

d ha

r and

Bor

nb H

anoi

bur

ron,

or o

ne o

f LB

Jspr

etty

dau

ghre

rs, or

Wes

rmor

elan

d's w

hole

han

dsom

e fam

ily -

neph

-ew

s and

nie

ces a

nd b

aby g

rand

son.

Ther

e sho

uld b

e a

law

I th

ough

t. If

you

supp

ort a

war

, if y

ou th

ink

ir's w

orth

rhe

pric

e, rh

at's

fine,

bur y

ouha

ve to

Put

you

r ow

n pr

ecio

us flu

ids o

n rh

e lin

e. Y

ou h

ave t

o he

ad fo

rth

e fr

ont a

nd h

ook

up w

ith a

n in

fant

ry u

nir

ar-r

d hel

p sp

ill th

e bl

ood.

A'd

yo

u ha

ve ro

brin

g al

ong y

our w

ife, o

r ),

our k

ids,

or y

our l

over

. Ala

w,I

thou

ghr.

s I

rem

embe

r rhe

rage

in m

y sr

omac

h. La

ter i

r bu

rned

dow

n to

asn

rold

erin

g sel

f-pi

ty, rh

en to

num

bnes

s. Ar

dinn

er rh

at n

ighr

my

fath

eras

ked w

hat m

y pl

ans w

ere.

"Nor

hing

," I s

aid.

" Wai

t."

I spc

nr rh

e sur

nmer

of i9

68 u

'ork

ing i

n an

Arm

our r

near

-pac

king

pl

ant

ir-r rn

y ho

mer

o'uv

n of

Wor

rhin

gton

, Min

neso

ra. T

he p

lanr

spe

cial

ized

in p

ork

prod

ucts

, and

for e

ighr

hour

s a

day I

sro

od on

a q

uarr

er-m

ileas

sem

bly li

ne -

mor

e pr

oper

ly, a

dis

asse

mbl

y line

- re

mov

ing

bloo

dcl

ots f

rorn

the

neck

s of d

ead p

igs.

Myj

ob r

irle,

I bel

ieve

, was

Dec

lotte

r.A

fter s

laug

hrer

, rhe h

ogs w

ere d

e.:a

pita

ted,

splir

dow

n th

e le

ngth

of th

ebe

lly, pr

ied

open

, evi

scer

ated

, and s

rrlrn

g up

by rh

e hin

d ho

cks o

n a h

igh

conv

eyer

belr.

Then

gra

vity

rook

ove

r. B

y ch

e rim

e a

carc

ass re

ache

d my

spot

on

the

line,

che f

uids

had

rnos

tly dr

aine

d ou

c, ev

eryr

hing

exce

prfo

r thi

ck c

lots

of b

lood

in r

he n

eck a

nd u

pper

che

st ca

vity

. Tor

.,nou

.th

e st

uf{,

I us

ed a

kind

of w

ater

gun

. The

mac

hine

was

hea

vy, m

aybe

eigh

ry po

unds

, and

was

susp

ende

d from

the

ceili

ng by

a h

eavy

rubb

erco

rd. T

here

was

som

e bou

nce r

o it,

an

elas

ric up

-and

-dow

n giv

e, an

dth

e rr

ick

was

ro m

aneu

ver r

he g

un w

ith y

our

who

le b

ody,

noc l

iftin

gw

ith t

he a

nns,

jusr

lerr

ir-rg

rhe

rubb

er c

ord.

do th

e w

ork

for

you.

At

one c

nd w

as a

tigge

r; a

r rhe

muz

zle e

nd w

as a

smal

l noz

zle a

nd a

ste

elro

ller b

rush

. As

a ca

rcas

s pas

sed b

y, yo

ud le

an fo

rwar

d an

d sw

ing

the

gun

up a

gain

sr rh

e clo

rs an

d sq

ueez

e the

tigge

r, a

ll in

one

mor

ion,

and

rhe

brus

h w

ould

whi

rl an

d w

ater

wou

ld c

ome s

hoor

ing o

ur a

nd y

oud

hear

a qu

ick s

plar

erin

g sou

nd as

rhet

lots

dis

solv

ed in

to a

fine

red

mis

r.

It w

as no

r ple

asan

r wor

k. G

oggl

es w

ere a

nec

essi

cy, an

d a

rubb

er a

pron

,bu

t eve

n so i

t was

like

sran

di.g

for e

ighr

hour

s ̂ i^

yund

er a

l,rk

"war

mbl

ood-

show

er. A

t nig

hr Id

go h

ome s

leili

ng o

f pig

.It w

ould

n'r g

o aw

ay.

Eve

n afte

r a h

ot b

arh,

scru

bbin

s har

d, rh

" srin

k *i,

"l-"y

, ,h

..I _

lik

eol

d ba

con,

or s

ausa

ge, a de

nse g

reas

/ pig

-srin

k tha

r soa

ked d

eep i

nto

rny s

ki'a

nd h

air.

Arn

o.g

oche

r rhin

gs, I

rern

ernb

ec ir w

as to

ugh g

.rrir

rgda

tes r

har s

umm

er. I

felr

isol

ared

; I sp

ent a

lor o

f cim

e alo

ne. A

";

rher

ew

as al

so ch

ar dr

afr n

oric

e tuc

ked

away

in m

y w

alle

t.In

rhe

eve

ning

s Id

som

erim

es bo

rrow

my

farh

er's

car a

nd d

,riv

eai

mle

ssly

arou

nd ro

wn,

feel

ing s

orry

fo, *

y.el

i rh

inki

ng a

bout

the

war

and

the

pig

fact

ory

and h

ow r

ny li

fe s

eem

ed ro

be

colla

prin

g tow

ard

slau

ghte

r. I

felr

para

lyze

d. All

arou

nd m

e th

e op

rions

see

med

ro b

ena

rrow

ing,

as if

I w

ere

hurr

ling

dow

n a

huse

bla

ck fu

nnel

, rhe

who

lew

orld

_ squ

eezi

ng in

rig

hr. T

lrere

was

no

h"pp

y w

ay o

ur. T

he g

over

n-m

ent h

ad e

nded

mos

r gra

duar

e sch

ool d

efer

men

rs; th

e w

airin

g iirt

, fo

,rh

e Nat

iona

l Gua

rd a

nd R

eser

ves w

ere i

mpo

ssib

ly lo

ng; m

y he

alth

was

solid

; I d

idn'

t qua

lify f

or c

o sr

arus

- no

relig

ious

grou

nds,

no h

isro

ryas

a p

acifr

st. M

oreo

ver,

I co

uld

nor

clai

m ro

be

c-rp

pose

d,

ro w

ar a

s a

mat

cer o

f gen

eral

prin

cipl

e. -f

here

wer

e occ

asio

ns, i

belie

ved ,

whe

n ana

tion

was

jusr

ified

in u

sing

nrili

tary

forc

e to

achi

eve ir

s end

,s, ro

sro

p aH

itler

or s

ome c

ompa

rabl

e evi

l, and

I to

ld m

ysel

f thar

in s

uch c

ircum

-st

ance

s I w

ould

've

will

ingl

y m

arch

ed of

f to

rhe

bat

tle. T

he p

robl

em,

thou

gh, w

as th

ar a

dra

ft bo

ard d

id n

ot le

t you

cho

ose y

our w

ar.

Bey

ond

all t

his,

or

ar rh

e ve

ry ce

nrer

, was

the

raw

fact

of t

erro

r. I

did

nor w

anr r

o di

e. N

ot e

vcr.

But

cer

tain

ly no

r rhe

n, no

t the

re, n

orin

a w

rong

war

. Driv

ing

r-rp

Mai

n sr

reer

, pas

r rhe

cour

rhou

se an

d ch

eB

en F

rank

lin s

rore

, I so

mec

irnes

felr

rh"

i"a.

spre

adin

g ins

ide m

e lik

ew

eeds

. I irn

agin

ed m

ysel

f dea

d. I i

mag

ined

mys

elf d

oing

thin

gs I

coul

dno

t do

- ch

argi

ng an

ene

my p

ositi

on, c

akin

g aim

at a

noth

er h

uman

bein

g.A

r so

me p

oint

in m

id-J

uly I

beu

an th

inki

ng s

erio

usly

abou

t Can

ada.

1o

f}e

bord

er la

y a fe

w h

undr

ed m

iles n

orrh

, an

eigh

t-ho

ur d

rive.

Boc

hm

y co

nsci

ence

and

my

insr

i'crs

wer

e te

lling

ffre

-ro

mak

e a

brea

k for

it, ju

st r

ake o

ff an

d ru

n lik

e he

ll an

d ne

ver s

rop.

In t

he b

egin

ning

rhe

idea

seem

ed pu

rely

absr

ract

, the

wor

d ca

nada

prin

ting

ir."f

o,

rr ii

-yhe

ad; b

ur a

fter a

rim

e I c

ould

see p

arric

ula.

shap

"s or

rdl-"

g"s,

rhe

ror.

yde

tails

of r

ny o

wn

futu

re -

a ho

rel r

oom

in iv

inni

p eg

, a-b

atte

red o

ldsu

itcas

e, rny f

brhe

r's ey

es as

I rr

ied r

o ex

plai

n mys

elf o

u., ,

h. r

elep

hone

.

O'B

ricn

o

On

rh

e R

ain

y R

ive

r I7

5

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f76

MoD

EL T

EX

TS

FoR

wR

rrE

RS

I cou

ld al

mos

t hea

r his

voi

ce, a

nd m

y m

orhe

rs. R

un, I

d th

ink.

The

n Id

thin

k, Im

poss

ible

. Then

a se

cond

late

r Id

thin

k, R

un.

It w

as a

kin

d of

sch

izop

hren

ia. A

mor

al s

plit.

I co

uldn

't m

ake

upm

y m

ind.

Ifea

red

the

war

, yes

, but

I a

lso

fear

ed ex

ile. I

was

afr

aid

ofw

alki

ng a

way

from

my

own

Iife,

my

frien

ds a

nd m

y fa

mily

, my

who

lehi

stor

y, ev

eryt

hing

chat

mat

cere

d to

me.

I fe

ared

losi

ng th

e re

spec

r of

my

pare

nts.

I fe

ared

the

law

. I fe

ared

ridic

ule

and

cens

ure.

My

hom

e-to

wn

was

a con

serv

ativ

e little

spo

t on

the p

rairi

e , a

plac

e whe

re tr

aditi

onco

unte

d, an

d it

was

easy

to im

agin

e peo

ple s

ittin

g ar

ound

a ra

ble d

own

at th

e ol

d G

obbl

er C

aft o

n M

ain

Str

eer,

coffe

e cup

s poi

sed,

the

conv

er-

satio

n sl

owly

zer

orng

in o

n th

e yo

ung

O'B

rien

kid,

how

rhe

dam

ned

siss

y had

take

n of

f fo

r C

anad

a. A

t ni

ght,

whe

n I

coul

dn't

slee

p, Id

som

etim

e s c

arry

on 6

erce

argu

men

ts w

ith t

hose

peop

le. I

d be

scr

eam

-in

g at

them

, tel

ling

them

how

muc

h I d

etes

ted t

heir

blin

d, th

ough

tless

,au

tom

atic

acqu

iesc

ence

to it

aIl,

thei

r sim

ple

min

ded

patr

iotis

m, t

heir

prid

eful

igno

ranc

e, th

eir

love

-it-o

r-Ie

ave-

it pla

drud

es, h

ow t

hey

wer

ese

ndin

g me

offto

6gh

t aw

ar th

ey d

idn'

t und

ersr

and a

nd d

idn'

t wan

r ro

unde

rsta

nd.I h

eld t

hem

resp

onsi

ble.

By G

od, y

es, I

did.

AIlo

f rhe

m -

Ihe

ld th

em p

erso

nally

and

indi

vidu

ally

resp

onsi

ble -

the

poly

este

red

Kiw

anis

boy

s, th

e m

erch

ants

and

farm

ers,

the

piou

s ch

urch

goer

s, th

ech

atty

hou

sew

ives

, the

PTA

and

the

Lion

s cl

ub a

nd th

e V

eter

ans o

fFo

reig

n War

s an

d th

e 6n

e up

stan

ding

gen

try o

ur a

r rhe

cou

ntry

clu

b.Th

.y d

idnt

kno

w B

ao D

ai f

rom

the

man

in t

he m

oon.

Th"

y di

dn't

know

his

tory

. Th"

y di

dn't

know

the

6rs

t thi

ng a

bout

Die

m's

tyra

nny,

or th

e na

ture

of V

ietn

ames

e nat

iona

lism

, or t

he lo

ng co

loni

alis

rn of

the

Fren

ch -

this

was

all t

oo d

amne

d com

pli c

ar.e

d, it re

quire

d som

e re

ad-

irg -

but

no m

atte

r, it

was

a w

ar to

sto

p th

e C

omm

unis

rs, p

lain

and

sim

ple,

whi

ch w

as h

ow r

hey

liked

thin

gs, a

nd y

ou w

ere

a rr

easo

nous

puss

y if y

ou h

ad s

econ

d tho

ught

s abo

ur ki

lling

or d

ying

for p

lain

and

sim

ple r

easo

ns.

I was

bitte

r, su

re. B

ut it

was

so m

uch

mor

e th

an th

ar. T

he e

mot

ions

wen

t fro

m o

utra

ge to

ter

ror t

o be

wild

erm

ent t

o gu

ilt t

o so

rrow

and

then

bac

k ag

ain t

o ou

trag

e. I f

elt a

sick

ness

insi

de m

e. R

eal d

isea

se.

Mos

t of

rhi

s I'v

e ro

ld b

efor

e, or

ar l

east

hint

ed a

r, bu

r wha

t I h

ave

neve

r told

is th

e fu

ll rr

urh.

How

I c

rack

ed. H

ow a

t wor

k on

e m

orn-

ing,

stan

ding

on th

e pi

g lin

e, I

felr

som

erhi

ng br

eak o

pen

in m

y ch

est.

I do

n't k

now

wha

t it

was

. I'll

neV

er kn

ow. B

ur it

was

real

, I kn

ow r

har

muc

h, it

was

a ph

ysic

al ru

prur

e -

a cr

acki

ng-le

akin

g-po

ppin

g feel

ing.

I

C)'

lJri

en

* O

n t

he

ll.

ain

y R

ive

r 1

77

rem

embe

r dro

ppin

g m

y w

acer

gun.

Qui

ckly

, ahn

osr w

irhou

t rho

ugl-r

t, Ito

ok o

ffmy

apro

n and

wal

ked o

ur o

f rhe

plan

r and

dro

ve ho

me.

Ir *

",m

idrn

orr-

ri'g

I rem

embe

r, an

d the

hou

se w

as em

pry.

Dow

n in

my

ches

tth

ere w

as sr

ill rh

at le

akin

g sen

sario

n, som

erh in

gver

y war

ln an

d pre

ciou

ssp

illin

g ou

t, an

d I

was

.ou.

r"d

wirh

blo

od ;r

nd h

og-s

tink,

",ld

for

alo

ng w

hile

I ju

st c

once

ntra

ted o

n ho

ldin

g m

ysel

f rog

etl-r

er. I r

erne

rnbe

rta

king

a h

or s

how

er. I

rem

ernb

er pa

ckin

g a s

uitc

ase a

nd ca

rryi

ng ir

our

to th

e ki

tche

n, st

andi

ng ve

ry sr

ill fo

r a

few

rnin

ures

, look

ing

care

fully

at th

e fa

mili

ar o

bjec

ts al

l aro

und

rne.

The

old

chro

me r

oasr

er, rh

e te

le-

phon

e, th

e pi

nk a

nd w

hire

For

rnic

a on

rhe k

itche

n co

unre

rs. Th

e ro

omw

as fu

ll of

brig

hr s

unsh

ine.

Eve

ryth

ing s

park

led.

My

hor_

rse,

I

thou

ghr.

My

life.

I'm n

or s

ure h

ow lo

ng I

sroo

d rhe

re, b

ur la

ter I

scr

ibbl

ed ou

r ash

ort n

ote t

o m

y pa

renr

s.w

har

ir sa

id, e

xact

Iy,I d

on'r r

ecal

l now

. Som

erhi

ng va

glre

. Taki

ng o

llw

ill c

all, l

ove T

irn.

I dro

ve no

rth.

15

It's a

blu

r now

as i

r was

then

, and

all

I re

r'ern

ber i

s a

sens

e of h

igh

velo

city

and

rhe

feel

of

rhe

stee

ring w

heel

in n

-ry h

ands

. I w

as ri

.ling

on a

dren

alin

e. A g

iddy

feel

ing,

in a

way

, exc

epr rh

ere w

as rh

c dr

cam

yed

ge of

impo

ssib

iliry

ro ir

-like

ru

nnir-

rg a de

ad-e

nc-l rn

aze-

no

way

out -

ir

coul

dn'r c

ome t

o a

happ

y con

clus

ion a

nd y

et I

was

doi

ng it

anyw

ay be

caus

e it w

as a

ll I

coul

d rh

ink

of r

o do

. Ir

was

pur

e lli

ghr,

fast

and

min

dles

s. I

had

no p

lan.

Jusr

hir

rhe

bord

er a

t hig

h .p

""d

and

cras

h rhr

ough

and

kee

p on

runn

ing.

Nea

r dus

k I

pass

ed rh

roug

hB

emid

ji, th

en ru

rned

nor

thea

st to

war

d L-

rter

nario

nal Fa

lls. I

.p..r

r rt

"ni

ght i

n th

e ca

r beh

ind a

clo

sed-

dow

n ges

star

ion a

hal

f mile

from

rfie

bord

er. In

rhe

mor

ning

, afr

er ga

ssin

g'p,

I he

aded

srra

ighr

wes

t alo

ngth

e R

ainy

Riv

er, w

hich

sep

arar

es Min

neso

ra fr

orn

Can

ada,

and

whi

chfo

r me

sepa

rate

d or-

re life

from

ano

ther

. The

l:rn

d was

mos

rly w

ilder

ness

.H

ere a

nd th

ere I

pas

sed a

mor

el or

bai

t sho

p, bu

t oth

erw

ise r

he co

unrr

yun

fold

ed in

gre

at sw

eeps

of p

ine

and

birc

h an

d su

mac

. 'lhou

gh ir

-a.,

still

Aug

ust,

the

air a

lread

y had

the

smel

l of O

crob

er, fo

orb"

il se

ason

,pi

les o

f yel

low

-red

leav

es, ev

eryr

hing

cris

p and

clea

n. I r

erne

rnbe

r a hug

ebl

ue sk

y. of

f ro

rny r

ighr

was

the

Rai

ny R

iver

, wid

e as

a la

ke in

pla

ces,

and

beyo

nd rh

e R

ainy

fuve

r was

Can

ada.

For a

whi

le I

just

dro

ve, n

oc a

irnin

g ar

any

thin

g, rh

en in

rhe

lare

mor

ning

I be

gar-

r look

ing

for a

pla

ce to

lie

low

for a

day

or rw

o. I

was

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rie

n

m O

n r

he

Ra

iny

Riv

er

77

9I7

B

Mo

DE

L T

EX

TS

Fo

R w

RIT

ER

S

exha

uste

d, an

d sc

ared

sick

, and

aro

und n

oon

I pul

led i

nro

an o

ld fi

sh-

ing

reso

rt ca

lled t

he T

ip T

op L

odge

. Act

ually

it w

as n

or a

lodg

e ar

all,

just

eig

ht or

nin

e tir

-ry y

ello

w ca

bins

ch-r

srer

ed

on a

peni

nsul

a tha

r-ju

tted

nort

hwar

d in

to th

e R

ainy

Riv

er. T

he p

lace

was

in s

orry

sha

pe. T

here

was

a da

nger

ous w

oode

n doc

k, an

old

min

now

rank

, a fl

imsy

tar p

aper

boar

hous

e alo

ng th

e sh

ore.

The

mai

n bu

ildin

g, w

l-ric

h sro

od in

a c

lus-

ter o

f pir-

res on

hig

h gr

ound

, see

med

ro le

an l'

teav

ily ro

one

side

, like

acr

ippl

e, rh

e ro

of s

aggi

ng ro

war

d C

anad

a. B

riefly

, I rh

ough

r abo

ur ru

rn-

ing

arou

nd, ju

sr g

ivin

g up,

buc r

hen I

gor

our

oi r

he ca

r and

wal

ked u

pto

the

fron

r por

ch.

The

man

who

ope

ned t

he d

oor r

har d

ay is

che

hero

of m

y lif

e. H

owdo

I sa

y rhi

s w

ithou

r so

undi

ng sa

ppyi

Blu

rr ir

our

- rh

e m

an s

aved

,m

e. H

e ol

lere

d exa

ctly

wha

t I n

eede

d, w

irhou

r que

stio

ns, w

ithou

r an

yw

ords

at a

ll. H

e to

ok m

e in

. He

was

ther

e ar r

he cr

irica

l cim

e -

a si

lent

,w

atch

ful P

rese

nce.

Six

day

s lar

er, w

hen

ir en

ded,

I was

r-rn

able

ro fi

nd a

prop

er w

ay ro

rhan

k hi

rn, a

nd I

neve

r hav

e, an

d so

, if n

orhi

ng e

lse,

tfiis

stor

y rep

rese

nts a

smal

l ges

rure

of g

raci

cude

twen

ty y

ears

over

due.

Eve

n afte

r tw

o de

cade

s I ca

n clo

se m

y ey

es an

d re

turn

ro th

at p

orch

at ch

e Tip

Top

Lod

ge. I

can s

ee ch

e old

guy

srar

ing a

r me.

Elro

y Ber

dahl

:ei

ghry

-one

year

s old

, ski

nny a

nd sh

runk

en an

d rn

osrly

bald

. He

wor

e a

Ilann

el sh

irt an

d bro

wn w

ork p

ants

.In on

e han

d,I r

emer

nber

, he ca

rrie

d,a

gree

n app

le, a

smal

l par

ing k

nife

in th

e ot

her.

His

eye

s had

the

blui

shgr

ay co

lor o

f a ra

zor b

lade

, the s

arne

polis

hed s

hine

, and a

s he p

eere

d up

at m

e I

felt

a st

rang

e sha

rpne

ss, al

mos

t pai

nful

, a c

urtin

g se

nsar

ion,

asif

his g

aze w

ere s

omeh

ow sl

icin

g me

open

. In p

arr,

no d

oubr

, ir w

as m

yow

n se

nse o

f gui

lt, bu

t eve

n so

I'm a

bsol

utel

y cer

tain

rhar

rhe o

ld m

anto

ok o

ne lo

ok a

nd w

ent r

ight

to th

e he

arr o

f rhi

ngs -

a

kid

in rr

oubl

e.W

hen

I as

ked f

or a

room

, Elro

y m

ade a

littl

e cl

icki

ng so

und

wic

h hi

sro

ngue

. He

nodd

ed, le

d m

e ou

r ro

one

of t

he c

abin

s, an

d dr

oppe

d ake

y in

my

hand

. I r

erne

mbe

r sm

iling

ar h

im. I

als

o rem

embe

r wis

hing

Iha

dn't.

The

old

man

sho

ok hi

s he

ad as

if to

tell

rne i

r was

n'r w

orrh

rhe

both

er.

20

"Din

ner a

r fiv

e-th

i rryi

' he

said

."yo

u ear

fishi

"'A

nyth

ing,

" I sai

d.E

lroy

grur

-rre

d and

said

, "Illb

et!'

we

spen

r six

day

s rog

erhe

r ar r

lre T

ip T

op L

odge

. Jus

r rhe

rwo

of u

s.To

uris

t sea

son w

as o

ver,

and

ther

e wer

e no

boar

s on

the

river

, and

the

wild

erne

ss se

emed

to w

ithdr

aw in

to a

gre

at pe

rman

ent s

tilln

ess.

Ove

rth

ose s

ix da

ys E

lroy

Ber

dahl

and

I too

k m

ost o

f our

mea

ls to

gech

er. In

the

rnor

ning

s we

sorn

etim

es wen

t out

on

long

hike

s int

o th

e woo

ds, a

ndat

nig

ht w

e pl

ayed

Scr

abbl

e or l

iste

ned t

o re

cord

s or s

at re

adin

g in

fron

tof

his

big

scon

e fire

plac

e. At t

imes

I fel

t the

aw

kwar

dnes

s of a

n inc

rude

r,bu

c Elro

y ac

cept

ed me

into

his

qui

et ro

utin

e w

ithou

t fus

s or c

erem

ony.

He

took

my

pres

ence

for g

rant

ed, th

e sa

me w

ay h

e m

ight

've s

helte

red

a st

ray

ca(.

- no

was

ted s

ighs

or p

ity -

and

ther

e was

nev

er an

y ta

lkab

out it

.Jus

r the o

ppos

ite. W

har I

rem

embe

r mor

c tha

n any

thin

g is t

hem

an's

will

ful,

alm

osr fe

roci

ous s

ilenc

e.In

all t

hat t

ime

toge

ther

, all t

hose

hour

s, he

nev

er as

ked t

he o

bvio

us qu

estio

ns: W

hy w

as I

ther

ei W

hyal

onei

Why

so p

reoc

cupi

edi If

Elro

y was

curio

us ab

out a

ny of

this

, he

was

care

ful n

ever

to p

ut it

into

wor

ds.

My

hunc

h, th

ough

, is th

at h

e al

read

y kne

w. A

t lea

st th

e ba

sics

. Afte

ral

l, it w

as 19

68, a

nd gu

ys w

ere b

urni

ng dr

aft c

ards

, and C

anad

a was

just

a boa

r rid

e aw

ay. E

lroy

Ber

dahl

was

no h

ick.

His

bed

room

, I re

mem

ber,

was

clut

tere

d with

boo

ks an

d ne

wsp

aper

s. He

kille

d m

e at

the

Scr

abbl

ebo

ard,

bare

ly co

ncen

trat

ing,

and

on th

ose o

ccas

ions

whe

n sp

eech

was

nece

ssar

y he h

ad a

way

of c

ompr

essi

ng Ia

rge t

houg

hts i

nto

smal

l , cry

p-tic

pac

kets

of la

ngua

ge. O

ne e

veni

ng, ju

st a

t sun

set, h

e po

inte

d up

at a

now

l circ

ling o

ver r

he vi

oler

-ligh

ted f

ores

t to th

e w

est.

"H"y

, O'B

rien,

" he

said

."Th

ere'

sJes

us."

25

The

man

was

shar

p -

he d

idn'

t mis

s muc

h. T

hose

razo

r eye

s. Now

and

then

hec

l cat

ch m

e st

arin

g out

at t

he r

iver

, at t

he fa

r sho

re, a

nd I

coul

d al

mos

r hea

r rhe

tum

bler

s clic

king

in h

is h

ead.

May

be I'

m w

rong

,bu

t I d

oubt

it.

One

thin

g fo

r ce

rtai

n, he

kne

w I

was

in d

espe

rate

trou

ble.

And

he

knew

I c

ould

n't t

alk

abou

t it.

The

wro

ng w

ord

even

the

right

wor

d -

and

I w

ould

've d

isap

pear

ed. I

was

wire

d an

d jitt

ery.

My

skin

felt

too

tight

. Afte

r su

pper

one e

veni

ng I v

omite

d and

wen

t bac

k to

my

cabi

n and

lay d

own

for a

few

mom

ents

and t

hen v

omite

d aga

in; a

noth

ertim

e, in

the

mid

dle

of th

e af

tern

oon,

I beg

an sw

eatin

g and

coul

dn'r s

hut

it of

l. I

wen

t thr

ough

who

le d

ays f

eelin

g diz

zy w

ith s

orro

w. I

coul

dn't

slee

p; I

coul

dn'r l

ie s

rill.

At

nigh

t I d

ros

s aro

und

in b

ed, h

alf a

wak

e,ha

lf dr

eam

ing,

imag

inin

g how

Id s

neak

dow

n ro

the

beac

h and

qui

etly

push

one o

f the

old

man

's bo

ats o

ur in

to th

e riv

er an

d sta

rr pa

ddlin

g my

way

tow

ard

Can

ada.

Ther

e wer

e tim

es w

hen

I tho

ughr

Id g

one o

ffthe

psyc

hic e

dge.

I cou

ldn'

t tellu

p fr

om d

own,

I w

as ju

st f

allin

g an

d la

te in

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TE

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oR

wR

rrE

RS

the

nigh

t Id,

lie

ther

e w

atch

ing w

eird

pic

tr-r

res sp

in rh

roug

h nr

y l-r

ead.

Get

ting

chas

ed by

the

Bor

der P

atro

l- hc

licop

ters

and

sear

chlig

hcs

and b

arki

ng do

gs -

IA b

e cra

shin

g thro

ugh r

he w

oods

, I d

be do

wn

onrn

y han

ds an

d kn

ees -

peop

le sh

outin

s our

my

nam

e -

rhe

law

clo

s-in

g in

on

all s

ides

- m

y ho

rnet

own d

raft

boar

d an

d th

e FB

I and

the

Roy

al C

anad

ian M

ount

ed P

olic

e. it

all s

eem

ed t^

zy

and

irnpo

ssib

le.

Twen

ty-o

ne ye

ars o

ld, a

n ord

inar

y kid

with

all t

he or

dina

ry dr

eam

s and

ambi

tions

, an.

1 all

I wan

ted w

as to

live

the

life

I was

borr

-r ro

- a

mai

n-st

ream

lfe-

I lov

ed ba

seba

ll and

harn

burg

crs a

nd ch

erry

Cok

es -

and

now

I w

as of

fon

the

mar

gins

of e

xile

,leav

ing m

y co

unrr

y for

ever

,and

itse

emed

so im

poss

ible

and

terr

ible

and

sad.

Iin n

ot s

ure h

ow I

rnad

e it r

hrou

gh th

ose s

ix da

ys. M

osr o

f ir I

can

'cre

mem

ber,

On

two

or t

hree

afte

rnoo

ns, to

pas

s som

e tim

e, I

help

edE

lroy

get t

he p

lace

read

y for

win

ter,

sw

eepi

ng do

wn

the

cabi

ns an

dha

ulin

g in

rhe b

oats

, lirr

le ch

ores

rhar

kepr

my

body

mov

ing.

The

days

wer

e coo

l and

brig

ht. T

he n

ight

s wer

e ver

y dar

k, O

ne m

orni

ng rh

e ol

dm

an sh

owed

rne h

ow to

spl

ic an

d st

ack f

irew

oocl

, and

for s

ever

al ho

urs

we j

ust w

orke

d in

sile

nce o

r,rr

behi

nd hi

s hou

se. A

r one

poin

c, I r

emcr

n-be

r, E

lroy

put d

own

his

mau

l and

look

ed at

rne f

or a

long

rim

e, hi

s lip

sdr

awn

as if

fra

min

g a

diffi

cult

ques

tion,

br-r

t rhen

he

shoo

k hi

s he

adan

d w

enc b

ack t

o w

ork.

Thc

rnan

s sel

{-co

ntro

l was

ant

azin

g. He

neve

rpr

ied.

He

neve

r put

me

in a

pos

ition

that

requ

ired l

ies o

r den

ials

. To

an e

xten

t, I s

uppo

se, hi

s re

ricen

ce was

rypi

cal o

f tha

r par

t of M

inne

-so

ca, w

here

priv

acy s

dll h

eld

valu

e, an

d ev

en if

I cl b

ee n

wal

king

aro

und

with

som

e hor

rible

def

brm

ity -

four

arm

s and

thre

e hea

c{s -

l'11 s

111s

the

old

man

wou

ld'v

e tal

ked a

bout

ever

ythi

ng ex

cept

thos

e exr

ra ar

ms

and

head

s. Sim

ple p

olite

ness

was

parr

c-rf

it. B

ur e

ven r

rror

e rha

n th

at, I

thin

k, th

e m

an u

nder

stoo

d tha

t wor

ds w

efe

insu

ffici

ent. T

he p

robl

emha

d go

ne be

yond

dis

cuss

ion.

Dtr

ring

that

long

sun

-une

r I d b

een o

ver

and

over

the

vario

us ar

gum

enrs

, all r

he p

ros

and

cons

, and

ir w

as n

olo

nger

a qu

estio

n tha

t cou

ld b

e de

cide

d by

an a

ct of

pur

e re

ason

. Inte

l-le

ct h

ad co

me u

p ag

ains

t em

otio

n. M

y co

nsci

ence

told

rne r

o ru

n, b

urso

me i

rrat

iona

l and

pow

erfu

l for

ce w

as re

sist

ine l

ike

a w

eigh

r pr-

rshi

ngm

e to

war

d th

e w

ar. W

hat

it ca

me d

own

to, s

rupi

dly,

was

a s

ense

ofsh

arne

. Hot

, scu

picl

shar

ne. I d

id n

or w

anr p

eopl

e ro

rhin

k ba

dly o

f me.

Not

rny

par

ents

, not

my

brot

her a

nd si

ster

, not

eve

n rhe

folk

s .lo

wn

arth

e G

obbl

er C

afe.

I was

ash

amed

to b

e rh

ere a

t ttr

e Tip

Top

Lod

ge. I

was

asha

rned

of m

y co

nsci

ence

, as[a

med

ro b

e do

ing

the

righr

thin

g.

O'B

rie

n

o O

n t

he

Ra

iny

Riv

er

18

1

Sor

ne of

this

Elro

y m

ust'v

e und

erst

ood.

Not

the

det

ails

, of c

ours

e,bu

t the

pla

in fa

ct of

cris

is.

Alth

ough

the

old

man

nev

er co

nfro

nted

me

abou

c it,

ther

e was

one

occa

sion

whe

n he

cam

e clo

se to

forc

ing

the

who

le th

ing

out i

nto

the

open

. It w

as ea

rly ev

enin

g, an

d wed

just

fini

shed

supp

er, an

d ove

r cof

fee

and

dess

ert I

aske

d hirn

abo

uc rn

y bi

ll, h

ow m

uch

I ow

ed so

far.

For

alo

ng w

hile

the

old

man

squ

inte

d dow

n at

the

tabl

eclo

th.

"We1

1, ch

e bas

ic ra

te','

he s

aid,

"is fi

fty b

ucks

a n

ight

. Not

cou

ntin

grn

eals

. This

rnak

es fo

ur n

ighr

s, rig

hti"

I nod

ded.

I had

thre

e hun

dred

and

twel

ve do

llars

in m

y w

alle

t.E

lroy k

ept h

is e

yes o

n th

e ta

blec

loth

."N

ow th

at's

an o

n-se

ason

pric

e.To

be

fair,

I sup

pose

we

shou

ld kn

ock

it do

wn

apeg

or tw

ol'H

e le

aned

back

in h

is c

hair.

"Wha

t's a

reas

onab

le nu

mbe

r, yo

u fig

urei

""I

don

t kno

wj'I

sai

d."F

orty

?""F

orty

's go

od. F

orry

a n

ight

. Tl-r

en w

e ta

ck o

n fo

od -

say a

noth

erhu

ndre

di T

wo

hund

red

sixr

y cot

ali"

"I g

uess

l'H

e ra

ised

his

eyeb

row

s."T

oo m

uchi

""N

o, th

ar's

fair.

Its fi

ne. T

omor

row

, rho

ugh

. . . I

rhi

nk Id

bet

rer t

ake

offto

mor

row

."E

lroy

shru

gged

and

bega

n cle

arin

g rhe

tabl

e. Fo

r a ti

me

he fu

ssed

with

the

dis

hes,

whi

stiin

g to

him

self

as if

the

subj

ect h

ad b

een s

ettle

d.A

fter

a se

cond

he sl

appe

d his

han

ds to

geth

er.

"You

kno

w w

hat w

e fo

rgot

i" he

sai

d. "W

e fo

rgot

wag

es. Th

ose

odd

jobs

you

don

e. W

hat

we

have

to d

o, w

e ha

ve to

figu

re ou

t wha

t you

rtim

e's w

orth

. You

r las

t job

- ho

w m

uch

did

you

pull

in a

n ho

uri"

"No[

eno

ugh,

" I sa

id.

'A ba

d on

e?"

"Yes

. Pre

tty b

adi'

Slo

wly

then

, with

out

inte

ndin

g an

y lon

g se

rmon

, I to

ld h

im a

bout

my

days

at th

e pi

g pl

ant.

It be

gan a

s a s

trai

ght r

ecita

tion o

f the

fact

s,bu

t bef

ore I

cou

ld st

op m

ysel

f I w

as ta

lkin

g ab

out t

he b

lood

clo

ts an

dth

e w

ater

gun

and

how

the

smel

l had

soa

ked i

nto

my

skin

and

how

Ico

uldn

't was

h it

away

.I wen

t on

for a

long

rim

e. I

told

hirn

abo

ut w

ildho

gs sq

ueal

ing i

n m

y dr

eam

s, th

e so

unds

of b

utch

ery,

slau

ghte

rhou

seso

unds

, and

how

Id s

omet

imes

wak

e up

with

tha

t gre

asy p

ig-s

cink

inm

y th

roat

.W

hen

I was

finis

hed,

Elro

y no

dded

at m

e.

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EL

TE

XT

S F

oR

wR

ITE

RS

"we1

1, ro

be

hone

sri' h

e sa

id, "

whe

n yo

u fir

sC sh

owed

up

here

, I

won

dere

d ab

out a

ll ch

at. fh

e ar

oma,

I m

ean.

Sm

elle

d lik

e yo

u w

as

awfu

l {am

ned

fond

of

pork

cho

psi' T

he o

ld m

an a

lmos

t sm

iled.

He

mad

"e a

snuf

lling

soun

d, th

en s

ar d

own

wirh

a p

enci

l and

a p

iece

of

pape

r."S

o wha

rd rh

is cr

ud jo

b pa

y? Te

n bu

cks a

n ho

ur? F

ifree

ni"

"Les

si'

Elro

y sl

-roo

k his

hea

d. "L

et's

mak

e it

fifte

en. Y

ou p

ur in

tw

enty

--{iv

e

hour

s 6e

re, e

asy.

Thar

's th

ree

hund

red

seve

nty-

five b

ucks

tota

l wdg

es.

we

subr

racr

rhe t

wo

hund

red s

ixty

for f

ood

and

lodg

ing,

I stil

l ow

e you

a hu

ndre

d an

d 6f

teen

'H

e to

ok f

our

fiftie

s ou

t of

his

tabl

e. "Cal

l it e

veni

'he s

aid'

"Noi

'"P

ick

it up

. Get

You

rs eL

f aha

ircur

''Th

e m

on-e

y lay o

n th

e ta

ble f

or th

e re

st o

f the

eve

ning

. It w

as s

till

rher

e whe

n I w

ent b

ack t

o m

y ca

bin.

In th

e m

orni

ng, th

orrg

h, I f

ound

an

enve

lope

tack

ed ro

my

door

. Insi

de w

ere t

he fo

ur fi

fties

and

a tw

o-w

ord

nore

rhar

said

EIr

,4E

RG

EN

CY

FU

ND

'I

lne

l-lta

n K

new

.

Look

ing

back

afr

er rw

enry

yea

rs,I s

orne

times

won

der i

f th

e ev

ents

of

th"t

,,r

l-er

didn

't ha

ppen

in s

ome

othe

r dim

ensi

on, a

pla

ce w

here

your

life

exi

sts b

efor

e you

ve liv

ed ir,

anc

l whe

re it

goes

afte

rwar

d. N

onc

of ir

eve

r see

rned

real

. Dur

ing

nly

titne

at t

he T

ip T

op l.

odge

I ha

d th

e

feel

ing t

hat I

d s

lippe

d out

of m

y ow

n sk

in, h

over

ing a

few

feer

away

whi

le s

orne

poor

yo-

yo w

ith n

ry n

ame a

nd fa

ce tr

ied

to m

ake h

is w

ay

tow

ard

a fu

rure

he

didn

t un

ders

tand

and

didn

't w

ant.

Eve

n now

I ca

n

see m

ysel

f as I

was

then

. It's

like w

atch

ing a

n old

hom

e mov

ie: I'

m y

oung

and

tan

and

fir. I

've

got h

air -

lots

of

it. I

don

't sm

oke o

r dr

ink.

I'm

wea

ring f

aded

blue

jean

s and

a w

hite

pol

o sh

irt. I

can

see r

nyse

lf sitt

ing

on E

lroy

Ber

dahl

s doc

k ne

ar du

sk on

e ev

enin

g, th

e sk

y a b

right

shi

m-

mer

ing p

ink,

and

I'm

fini

shin

g up

a le

trer

lo. m

y P

aren

ts ch

at te

lls w

hat

I'-

"bo,

rt to

do

and w

hy I'

m d

oing

it an

d ho

w s

orry

I am

thar

I d n

ever

foun

d th

e co

urag

e to

talk

to th

ern a

bout

it. I

ask

them

not

to b

e an

gry'

I rry

to e

xpla

in so

me o

f my

feel

ings

, but t

here

are

n't en

ough

wor

ds, a

nd

so I j

ust r

"y th

"r it

s a

thin

g th

ar ha

s to

be d

one.

At

the

end

of th

e le

tter

I tal

k ab

our t

he va

catio

ns we

used

to ta

ke up

in th

is n

orth

cou

ntry

, at a

O'B

rie

n

. O

n t

he

Ra

iny

Riv

er

18

3

plac

e cal

led W

hite

fish

Lake

, and

how

the

scen

ery h

ere r

emin

ds m

e of

ihor

. go

od ti

mes

. I te

ll th

em I'

m fi

ne. I

tell

them

I'11

writ

e ag

airt

fror

n

Win

nipe

q or

Mon

trea

l or w

here

ver I

end

up.

On

my

lasr

full

day,

rhe

sixt

h d:

ry, c

he ol

d m

an to

ok t

ne o

ut f

ishi

ng

on tl

re R

ainy

Riv

er. T

he a

fiern

oon w

as su

nny a

nd c

old.

A s

tiff^

\ree

zeca

me i

r-r fr

om th

e no

rth,

and

I re

mem

ber h

ow th

e lit

tle fo

urte

en-f

oot

boat

mad

e sha

rp ro

ckin

g mot

ions

as w

e pu

shed

ofl f

rom

the

dock

. The

curr

ent w

as fa

st. A

ll ar

ound

us, I

rem

embe

r, th

ere w

as a

vast

ness

to th

e

wor

ld, a

n un

peop

led r

awne

ss, ju

st th

e tr

ees a

nd th

e sk

y and

the

war

erre

achi

ng ou

t tow

ard

now

here

. The

air

had

the

brirl

e sc

ent o

f Oct

ober

'Fo

r ten

or

fifte

en m

inuc

es E

lroy

held

a c

ours

e uP

stre

aln,

the

river

cl-r

op,p

y and s

ilver

-gra

y, tl-re

n he t

urne

d st

raig

ht no

rth

and p

ut th

e eng

ine

on fr

-rll rh

rotr

le. I

felt

the

borv

lift b

enea

rh m

e. I

rem

embe

r the

win

d in

my

ears

, the

soun

d of t

he o

ld o

utbo

ard E

vinr

ude.

For a

tim

e I d

idn'

t pay

arre

ntio

n to

anyt

hing

, just

fee

ling t

he c

old

sPra

y aga

inst

my

face

, but

then

it o

ccttr

red t

o ffI

e tha

t at s

olne

poin

t we

mus

t ve p

asse

d into

Can

a-di

an w

ater

s, ac

ross

that

dot

ted

line

betw

een t

wo

diffe

renc

wor

lds,

and

I

rem

embe

r a s

udde

n cig

htne

ss in rn

y ch

est a

s I lo

oked

up a

nd w

arch

edth

e f'a

r sho

re co

me a

t me.

Tl-r

is w

asnt

a d

aydr

earn

. It w

as ta

ngib

le an

d

real

. As

we

cam

e in

tow

ard

land

, Elro

y cu

t the

eng

itre,

letti

ng th

e bo

at

fisht

ail li

ghtly

abo

ut tw

enty

yar

ds of

f sho

re. T

he o

ld m

an d

idn'

t ioo

k at

me

or s

peak

. Ben

ding

dow

n, h

e op

ened

up h

is ta

ckle

box

and

busi

edhi

rnse

lf with

a b

obbe

r and

a p

iece

of w

ire le

ader

, hurn

min

g to

him

selfl

,

his e

yes d

own.

It st

ruck

lne

then

that

he

lnus

tve

plan

ned i

t. I'l

l nev

er be

cer

tain

,of

cou

rse,

but I

thi

nk h

e tn

eant

to b

ring

me

uP a

gain

st th

e re

aliti

es, to

guid

e rne

acro

ss th

e riv

er an

d to

take

me

to th

e ed

ge an

d to

sta

nd a

kind

of v

igil

as I c

hose

a lif

e fo

r mys

elf.

I re

mem

ber s

tarin

g ar

the

old

man

, rhe

n at

my

hand

s, th

en a

t

Can

ada.

The

shor

elin

e was

den

se w

ith b

rush

and

tirn

ber.

I co

uld

see

tiny

red

berr

ies o

n th

e bu

shes

. I co

uld

see a

squ

irrel

up in

one

of t

he

birc

h tr

ees,

a bi

g cr

ow lo

okin

g at

me

fror

n a

boul

der a

long

the

river

'

Thar

clo

se -

rwen

ry y

ards

- an

d I

coul

d se

e the

del

icat

e lat

ticew

ork

of th

e le

aves

, the

text

ure o

f rhe

soil,

the

brow

ned

need

les b

enea

th th

e

pine

s, th

e co

nfig

urat

ions

of g

eolo

gy an

d hu

man

his

tory

. Tw

enty

yar

ds'

I cou

ld'v

e don

e it.

I cou

ld'v

e jurn

ped

and

star

ted s

witn

min

g for

my

life'

Insi

de m

e, in

my

ches

t, i f

elt a

terr

ible

sque

ezin

g Pre

ssur

e. Eve

n now

, as

shirt

poc

ket a

nd la

id th

em o

n th

e

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18

4

MO

DE

L T

EX

TS

FO

R W

RIT

ER

S

I writ

e th

is, I

can

scill

feel

that

tigh

tnes

s. And

I w

ant y

ou to

feel

ic -

the

win

d co

min

g of

f the

rive

r, th

e w

aves

, the

sile

nce,

the

woo

ded

fron

tier.

You

're at

the

bow

of a

boa

t on

the

Rai

ny fu

ver.

You

're tw

enty

-one

year

sol

d, yo

u're

scar

ed, an

d th

ere'

s a h

ard

sque

ezin

g Pre

ssur

e in y

our c

hest

.W

hat w

ould

you

do?

Wou

ld y

ou ju

mpi

Wou

ld y

ou fe

el p

ity f

or y

ours

elfi

Wou

ld y

ourh

ink

abou

t you

r far

nily

and

your

chi

ldho

od a

nd y

our d

ream

s and

all

you r

e le

avir-

rg

behi

ndi W

ould

it h

urt?

Wou

ld it

feel

like

dyin

gi W

ould

you

cry,

as I

did?

I trie

d to

swal

low

it ba

ck. I

trie

d to

sm

ile, e

xceP

t I w

as cr

ying

.N

ow p

erl-r

aps,

you

can

unde

rsta

nd w

hy I

've

neve

r tol

d th

is s

tory

befo

re. It

's n

ot ju

st t

he e

mba

rras

sffIe

nt of t

ears

. Tha

t's p

art

of i

t, no

doub

t, bu

t w

hat e

mba

rras

ses ln

e rn

uch

rror

e, a

nd a

lway

s will

, is

the

para

lysi

s that

took

rny l

-rea

rt. A m

oral

free

ze: I

coul

dn't d

ecid

e, I c

ould

n't

act,I

cou

ldn'

t cor

xpor

t rny

self w

ith e

ven a

Pre

tens

e of m

odes

t hum

andi

gnity

.A

11 I c

ould

do

was

cry.

Qui

etly

, not

baw

ling,

just

the

ches

t-ch

okes

.A

t th

e re

ar o

f tl-r

e boa

r Elro

y B

erda

hl pr

eten

ded n

ot to

not

ice.

He

held

a fi

shin

g rod

in h

is h

ands

, his

hea

d bow

ed to

hid

e hi

s ey

es. H

eke

pt l-

rum

min

g a s

oft,

mon

oton

ous l

ittle

tune

. Eve

ryw

here

, it s

eem

ed,

in th

e tr

ees a

nd w

ater

and

sky,

a gr

eat w

orld

wid

e sa

dnes

s cam

e pre

ssin

gdo

wn

on m

e, a c

rush

ing s

orro

w, so

rrow

like

I had

nev

er kn

own

it be

fore

.A

nd w

hat w

as so

sad,

I re

ahze

d, was

that

Can

ada h

ad b

ecom

e a p

idfu

lfa

ntas

y. S

illy

and

hope

less

. It w

as n

o lo

nger

a p

ossi

bilir

y. R

ight

then

,w

ith th

e sho

re so

clos

e, I u

nder

stoo

d that

I w

ould

not

do

wha

t I s

houl

ddo

.I w

ould

not

sw

im a

way

fror

n rny

hom

etow

n and

my

coun

try a

nd m

ylif

e. I

wou

ld n

ot b

e br

ave.

That

old

imag

e of r

nyse

lf as a

her

o, as

a m

anof

con

scie

nce a

nd c

oura

ge, al

l tha

t was

just

a th

read

bare

pipe

dre

am'

Bob

bing

ther

e on

the

Rai

ny R

iver

, look

ing b

ack a

t the

Min

neso

ta sh

ore,

I fel

t a su

dden

swel

l of h

elpl

essn

ess co

me o

vcr m

c, a

drow

ning

sen

satio

n,as

if I

had

topp

led o

verb

oard

and

was

bei

ng sw

ePt a

way

by th

e si

lver

wav

es. C

hunk

s of m

y ow

n hi

stor

y {la

shed

by. I

saw

a se

ven-

year

-old

boy

in a

whi

te c

owbo

y hat

and

a L

one

Ran

ger m

ask a

nd a

pai

r of h

olst

ered

six-

shoo

ters

; I sa

w a

twel

ve'y

ear'o

ld Li

ttle

Leag

ue sh

orts

top

pivo

ting

to tu

rn a

dou

ble p

lay;

I sa

w a

six[

een-

year

-old

kid

deck

ed ou

t for

his

first

pro

m, l

ooki

ng.p

ifry

in a

whi

te tu

x an

d a

blac

k bow

tie,

his h

air c

utsh

orr a

nd fl

at, h

is s

hoes

fres

hly p

olis

hed.

My

who

le li

fe s

eem

ed to

spi

llou

t int

o th

e riv

er, s

wirl

ing

away

fr0i

n m

e, e

very

thin

g I

had

ever

been

O'B

rie

n

* O

n t

he

l{a

inY

Riv

er

18

5

or e

ver w

ante

d to

be. I

cou

ldn'

t ger

my

brea

th; I

cou

ldnt

sta

y aflo

at; I

coul

dnt t

ell w

hich

way

to s

wim

. A h

allu

cina

tion,

I su

ppos

e, bu

t it w

as

as re

al a

s any

rhin

g i

wou

ld e

ver f

eel. I

saw

my

Par

ents

calli

ng to

1xe

from

rhe

faru

horii

.,".

I sa

w rn

y br

othe

r and

sis

ter,

all t

he to

wns

folk

'

the

rnay

or an

d th

e en

tire C

ham

ber o

f Com

mer

ce an

cl al

l n-r

y old

teac

h-

.r,

".,i

girlf

riend

s and

hig

h sc

hool

budd

ies.

Like

som

e wei

rd s

Por

ting

even

r: .r

i.ryb

ody

,.r"a

rrrir

-rg fr

otn

the

side

lines

, root

ing

me

on -

a lo

ud

stad

ium

roar

. Hot

dogs

and

PoP

corn

- st

adiu

m s

mel

ls, s

tadi

urn h

eat'

A s

quad

of c

heer

le"d

"r, d

id c

arrw

heel

s alo

ng th

e ba

nks o

f the

Rai

ny

R.iv

er; th

ey h

ad m

egap

hone

s and

pom

pom

s and

smoo

th br

own

thig

hs.

The

crow

d sw

ayed

l"i, "t

rd rig

hr. A

mar

chin

g ban

d pl

ayed

fight

son

gs.

All

my

aunr

s and

unc

les w

ere t

here

, and

Abr

ahar

n Lin

coln

, and

Sai

nt

Geo

rge,

and

a ni

ne,y

ear-

old g

irl n

amed

Lind

a w

ho h

ad cl

ied o

f a b

rain

,tl-o

-l. b

ack

in f

ifth

grad

e, an

d se

vera

l mem

bers

pf t

he U

nite

d S

tate

s

Sen

ate,

and

a bl

ind

plet

scr

ibbl

ing n

ores

, and

LBJ,

and

Huc

k Fi

nn, a

nd

Abb

ie H

offm

an, a

r",J

"il rh

e de

ad so

ldie

rs ba

ck fr

om th

e gr

ave,

and

the

man

y rh

ousa

nds w

ho w

ere

late

r to

die -

vi

llage

rs w

ith t

errib

le bu

rns'

little

kid

s with

our a

rms o

r leg

s -

Yes

, and t

l-reJ

oint

Chi

efs o

f Sta

ffwer

e

ther

e, an

cl a

coup

le of

pop

es, a

nd a

6rs

t lie

uten

ant n

anle

d Jim

rny C

ross

,

and r

he la

st su

rviv

i,',g

u.t"

r"n

of th

e Am

e ric

an C

ivil W

ar, a

ndJa

ne Fo

nda

dres

sed u

p as

Bar

bare

lla, an

d an

old

man

spr

awle

d bes

ide a

pig

pen,

and

rny

gran

dfat

her,

and

Gar

y C

oope

r, an

d a

kind

-fac

ed w

oman

cxr

ying

"., .r

*br"

lla a

nd a

cop

y of P

lato

's R

epub

lic, an

d a

rnill

ion

fero

ciou

s citi

-

zens

wav

ing f

lags

of "ll

shap

es an

d col

ors -

pe

ople

in h

ard

hats

, peo

ple

in h

eadb

ands

- th

ey w

ere

all w

l-roo

ping

and

chan

ting e

nd u

rgin

g m

e

tow

ard

one

shor

e or

the

otl-r

er. I

saw

face

s fro

m r

ny c

-list

ant pa

st a

nd

dist

anr f

utur

e. M

y w

ife w

as rh

ere.

My

unbo

rn d

augh

ter w

aved

af m

e,

and

my

rwo

sons

hop

ped

up a

nd d

own,

and

a d

rill

serg

eant

nam

ed

Bly

ton

snee

red a

nd s

hot u

p a

frng

er an

d sh

ook h

is l-

read

. Ther

e w

as a

choi

r in

brig

hr p

urpl

e ro

bes.

Ther

e was

a ca

bbie

from

the

Bro

nx. T

here

was

a sl

im yo

ung m

an I

wou

ld o

ne da

y kill

with

a h

and g

rena

de al

ong a

red

clay

trai

l out

side

the

villa

ge of

My

Khe

'Th

e lit

rle a

lum

inum

boa

t roc

ked s

oftly

ben

eath

me.

The

re w

as th

e

win

d an

d th

e sk

y.I t

ried

to w

ill m

Yse

lf ove

rboa

rd.

I gr

ippe

d rh

e ed

ge of

rhe

boa

t and

lean

ed fo

rwar

d an

d th

ough

t,

Now

.I d

id tr

y. It

just

was

n't P

ossi

ble.

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thos

e ey

es o

n m

e -

the

row

n, t

he w

hole

uni

vers

e -

and

Ico

uldn

'c ris

k che

emba

rras

smen

t. ft w

as as

if th

ere w

ere a

n au

dien

ce ro

my

Iife,

that

sw

irl o

f fac

es al

ong

rhe

river

, and

in m

y he

ad I

coul

d he

arpe

ople

scre

arrin

g at m

e. Tr

aito

r! t

hey

yelle

d. Tu

rnco

ar! P

ussy

! I fe

ltm

ysel

f blu

sh. I

cou

ldn'

t rol

erar

e it.

I co

uldn

'r en

dure

the

moc

kery

, or

the

disg

race

, or th

e pa

rrio

ric rid

icul

e. E

ven i

n m

y im

agin

atio

n, th

e sh

ore

just

twen

ry ya

rds a

way

,I cou

ldn'

r mak

e mys

elf b

e br

ave.

Ir h

ad n

orhi

ngto

do

with

n-r

oral

ity. Em

barr

assm

enr,

thar

's al

l ir w

as.

And

rig

ht ch

en I s

ubm

itred

.I w

ould

go

ro th

e w

ar -

I wou

ld k

ill a

nd m

aybe

die

- be

caus

e I w

:rs

emba

rras

sed n

ot ro

.Th

at w

as th

e sa

d thi

ng. A

nd s

o I

sar i

n rh

e bo

w o

f rh

e bo

at a

ndcr

ied. It w

as lo

ud n

ow. L

oud,

har

d cr

ying

.E

lroy

Ber

dahl

rem

ai'e

d qu

ier.

He

kepr

fish

ing.

He

wor

ked

his

line

with

rhe

tips

of h

is fi

nger

s , par

ient

ly, s

quin

ring

our a

r his

red

and

whi

cebo

bber

on rh

e R

ainy

Riv

er. H

is e

yes w

ere f

lat a

nd ir

npas

sive

. He

didn

'tsp

eak.

He

was

sirn

ply r

here

, like

rhe

rive

r an

d th

e la

te-s

Lrm

lner

sun.

And

yet

by

his

pres

ence

, his

mur

e w

arch

fuln

ess,

he m

ade

ir re

al. H

ew

as th

e tr

ue au

dien

ce. H

e w

as a

wirn

ess,

like G

od, o

r lik

e the

gods

, who

look

on

in a

bsol

ute s

ilenc

e as w

e liv

e ou

r liv

es, a

s we

mak

e our

cho

ices

or fa

il to

rnak

e the

rn.

'Ain

'c bi

tingi

' he

said

.Th

en a

frcr

a tim

e th

e ol

d rn

an p

r-rll

ed in h

is li

ne a

nd tu

rned

rhe b

oat

back

tow

ard

Min

neso

ta.

I do

n't

rem

embe

r say

ing

good

bye.

Tha

r la

sr n

ighr

we

had

.linn

erto

geth

er, an

d I w

ent t

o be

d ea

rly, an

d in

rhe

mor

ning

Elro

y fix

ed br

eak-

fasc

for r

ne. W

hen

I rol

d hi

m Id

be

leav

ing,

rhe

old

rnan

nod

ded a

s if h

eal

read

y kne

w. H

e lo

oked

dow

n at

the

tabl

e and

sm

iled.

At

som

e po

int

late

r in

the

mor

ning

ir's

pos

sibl

e th

ar w

e sh

ook

hand

s-I

just

don

't rem

embe

r-bu

r I

do k

now

rha

t by

rhe

time

Idfin

ishe

d pac

king

the

oid

man

had

dis

appe

ared

. Aro

und

noon

, whe

' I

took

my

suirc

ase o

ur ro

rhe c

ar, I

notic

ed rh

ar h

is o

ld b

lack

pick

up tr

uck

was

no lo

nger

park

ed in

fron

t of t

he h

ouse

. I w

ent

insi

de an

d wai

red f

ora

whi

le, b

ur I

fek a

bon

e cer

r.ai

nry th

ar h

e w

ould

n'r

be b

ack.

In a

way

, Ith

ough

t, it

was

app

ropr

iate

. I w

ashe

d up

rhe

bre

akfa

sr d

ishe

s, le

fr h

is

O'B

rie

n

* O

n

rhe

R:r

ir.r

y Riv

er

lB7

two

hund

red

dolla

rs on

the

kitc

hen c

ount

er, g

ot in

to th

e ca

r, an

d dr

ove

sout

h tow

ard h

ome.

The

day

was

clo

udy.

I pa

ssed

thro

ugh

tow

ns w

ith f

amili

ar n

ames

,

tlrro

ugh t

he p

ine

fore

sts a

nd d

own

to th

e P

ralrr

e, an

d rh

en to

Vie

tnam

'

wlre

re I

was

a s

oldi

er, a

nd th

en h

ome

agai

n,I s

urvi

ved,

but

it's

not a

hrpp

y en

ding

. I w

as a

cow

ard.

I wen

t to

the

war

'

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