I think now, looking back, we did not fight the week – we fought ourselves. The week was in us. The week is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I’m sure the meals will be, fighting with stomach for what colleagues called “possession of my soul.” There are times since, I’ve felt like a child, born of those two fathers. But be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again. To teach to others what we know, and to try with what’s left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.
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