"No, and I don't intend he shall be." The general's pink face grew pinker with his vehemence. "Albert, there are plenty of dunderheads and duffers like me in the country who are good for nothing better than cannonfodder. Let them go and be killed. I'm willing enough--only an idiotic General Staff has booted me into the Quartermaster Corps for which I am no more fitted than to run an academy for lady marines--but I'm not willing for a fine sensitive boy, a talented musician like George to suffer the harsh brutalities of a trainingcamp and battlefield." "The draft ..." I began tentatively. "If George had a civilian position in an essential industry--say one holding a contract with the army for badly needed fieldrations...." "I should like to meet your son," I said. "I have been looking around for some time for a reliable manager...." "George might consider it." General Thario squinted his glass against the light. "I'll have him stop by your hotel tomorrow." The little radio behind the bar, which had been mumbling to itself for hours, spoke loudly. "We interrupt this program to bring you a newsflash: Eire has declared war on the Soviet Union. I repeat, war has been declared on the Union of Soviet Republics by Eire. Keep tuned to this station for further details. We return you now to our regular program." There was an absent pattering of applause and General Thario stood up gravely, glass in hand. "Gallant little Eire--or, if I may be permitted once the indulgence of using the good old name we know and love so well--brave old Ireland. When the world was at war, despite every provocation, she stayed peaceful. Now that the world is disgracefully pacific--and you have all heard foreign ministers unanimously declaring their countries neutral--so fast did they rush to the microphones that they were still panting when they went on the air--when the whole world was cautious, Ireland, true to her traditions, joined the just cause. Gentlemen, I give you our fighting ally, Eire." Departing from his usual custom, he drank the toast in one gulp, but no one else in the room paid any attention. I considered this lack of enthusiasm for a courageous gesture quite unworthy and meditated for a moment on the insensitivity into which our people seemed to have sunk.