Richard Mc Cain woke one morning and saw a white-robed figure sitting by the window at the Shanty. The sun was rising and the pale light shone on who appeared to be his great-grandfather, Henry Geronimo.
“Do you think you are going to win this war?” the apparition asked.
“Hell yeah,” Richard managed as if in a dream-like state. “Last time we met, you asked me to do you proud. Reckon I"ve done just that.”
“There were many men of honor who fought in losing battles throughout history. Those who served under Napoleon, Bismarck, Howe, Robert E. Lee.”
“We"re not losing here,” Richard was fervent. “We"re fighting for truth, liberty and justice. We"ve invested too much. The Vietnamese people"s lives are at stake.”
“That is what they told you. Is that what you believe?”
“That"s why I"m here.
