"'Yes, Sir.'
"Take Privates Wilcox, Miller and Janesway with you when you make your statement - and do it soon. Do it tonight.' With that Uncle Adolph turned his back to me and walked away. Tim Wilcox and Fred Miller were new recruits, high school seniors, six years younger than I. Steven Janesway had just moved to town, and we all thought he was psychotic. After one drunken rally we watched him chase and corner a tabby and break its neck for our entertainment. Of course, we shouted our encouragement, whether or not we felt like throwing up."
"Oh, God," Mary cried, covering her mouth and stifling sobs. "Oh, God," she repeated.
"I'm sorry, Mother Mary," the Rabbi whispered. "Should I stop now?"
"No, Rabbi," she answered through a constricted throat, "Please finish."
"Our original plan
