"In June of 1968, a month after graduating from Macalester College, I was drafted to fight a war I hated" (O'Brien 38).
. . .
"It was a moral split. I couldn't make up my mind. I feared the war, yes, but I also feared exile. I was afraid of walking away from my own life, my friends, my family, my whole history, everything that mattered to me. I feared losing the respect of my parents. I feared the law. I feared ridicule and censure" (O'Brien 42).
"...you were a treasonous pussy if you had second thoughts about killing or dying for plain and simple reasons" (O'Brien 43).
Next Stop: Vietnam
"I would go to the war--I would kill and maybe die-- because I was too embarrassed not to... I was a coward. I went to the war" (O'Brien 57-58).