“Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?"
"Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.” Ray Bradbury
Finishing the editing of The Fort in the Harbor, I came across this:
“You mean that Miracle’s murder was an empty, pointless act?” Karen asked.
“I suppose.” Colin walked slowly to the granite wall, placing his hand on the rough surface. “In Afghanistan, when one of my friends was killed, we knew he died fighting for us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. We were there to help the population, of course. We were there as instruments of our country’s foreign policy goals, at least to an extent. But, as soldiers we fought to keep our friends alive.”
“I get it.”
“So long as someone of us survived, no sacrifice was in vain. We would meet again, in Valhalla. As warriors.”
I claim no special insight into the events of this past week. But, with the help of a good friend I may have written one of the characters properly.
