Lindsey looked up from the book. “What war?”
“Vietnam.”
“He got drafted? I didn’t think they drafted students.”
She shook her head. There was a peculiar smile on her face. The more Martha Rachel Bernstein smiled the less happy she looked. “He wasn’t a student by then, and he wasn’t drafted anyhow. He volunteered. He thought it was his duty. Everybody was against him. Everybody was against the war. He said no, the South Vietnamese were trying to build a democracy and we were there to help them and he enlisted.”
Lindsey nodded and made a sound.
“Little fucker. Three Eyes because of his name but he wore these thick glasses too. Nobody could figure out how he got past the physical. Poor bastard was blind as a bat. He looked like Arnold Stang. You remember Arnold Stang? Made Woody Allen lo
