“Susanna spoke of divergent paths that lead to a distant horizon, of fate and destiny and myriad potentialities for glory or doom. She spoke of facing one’s future without choice. Truly, it is not hard to fathom that at that precise instant in history something as minute as the cool February wind blowing upon my cheek from the west or the sinking of my boot in that shifting Virginia mud had the potential to change my life forever. When a bullet slices through the air towards a man he sees those phantom paths flickering in gun smoke before him. There is hope, there is chance and there is death.”
Book:Columbia & Britannia