“You actually did it.” She had been defeated; her grandson had enlisted.
“I told you not to worry about that.”
“But that’s not good, Gramm. You need the money you have. And besides, I won’t be gone that long. This Vietnam thing won’t last.” The old woman could see clearly now, but her sight was years away. She was talking to her grandson in the present; but pleading with a son who had died years before. She said, “No, you won’t. You won’t come back at all. It will be just like you father, just like your father.”