“To his father family loyalty was an essential as tribal loyalty, and for tribal loyalty they were now fighting a bloody war. His father raised the rifle at his son and as he started to run from the barn he heard the shot hit the doorpost. It was a deer rifle and was more deadly than the weapon the army gave him.
“He kept running, running until the sun was well into the heavens. He reached the town and immediately joined the army. Killing was just. Killing was necessary. His father believed it. The army told him it was so. He could not bring himself to believe it.”