‘Hell preacher, you know it don’t take a lot of facts to convince the Choir.’ ‘I guess if you get it in the congressional record with a friend...y audience it goes down as gospel.’ ‘Preachin’ to the Choir Preacher.’ The soldiers I met that night were genuine in their desire to make a difference. I believed that each and every one of them told the truth over the course of the interviews. How it got written down is something I don’t know. I do know what happened to me the next day. ‘Come on in,’. I thought about interrupting, but as this would be their last moment, I decided to let them have it. Not that I owed either of them anything, but those that knew me often said that I often had a softer touch than others would in the same situation.After they reached their climax and slumped against each other I gave them about 10 seconds to catch their breath before I spoke.“Enjoy yourself?”“Jason!”“Dad!”That’s right. My wife was having an affair with my own son. My own son had disrespected me. With her head still resting on the windowpane, she watched the droplet struggle downward. The ultra fine baby hairs on her sweltering skin, challenged the journey.She could not remember being so hot. Immediately, she knew that that thought was a lie, a blatant lie. She had been hotter, much hotter; soaking in a hard earned sweat, only a few hours previously.Gradually, images crowded past her boredom, casting aside her discomfort. They replaced it with the welcome distraction of the memory of. ”He paused and drank. White wine on our deck. Late afternoon sun warm enough but not too hot. I reached for my Leica.“Look to me, Julian, will you?”The sun outlined his features, a masculine light, portrait photographers call it. Julian’s strong cheekbones and his nose highlighted. No light meter. I’d take my chances.“Miriam and Eloise are cool with this, Dad. I mean, them and Harper have lived together for so long they practically read each other’s minds.”“They went out with you and Harper,.