 and who really owed how many smokes. This last matter was of critical importance since neither man smoked.

Side by side, in step, they walked into the courtroom.

CHAPTER 3

Monday

"Judge Tofler, the Vietnam war has marred this nation deeply." Jeffery Walden was persuasive. As Brad remembered, the judge was nodding; he was making no effort to hide his boredom. Walden straightened his perfectly positioned tie, settled his coat on his shoulders with an elegant shrug and continued, "But what concerns us here is the impact of that war on the individual soldier who fought it."

Walden was a dynamic force in the courtroom. His slight stature was lost to those listening. Alone at the defense table, Brad loosened his new tie; it felt foreign, restrictive. He wanted to walk out, despite the two armed marshals.

He looked around the room. Most were concerned about other items on the court's agenda. A few were curious, perhaps drawn by the magic of Walden's presentation. Sgt. Hank sat behind the rail near the prosecutor's table. He caught Brad's glance; whatever concern he felt was carefully hidden behind his nearly black eyes. His coarse blond hair contrasted nicely with his light green sport coat. He pointed his thumb to the ceiling as if to say, "So far, so good," then turned his attention back to the judge.

Brad knew that Amanda and Josie, seated behind him, were listening carefully. He tried to ignore the trickles of fear, to concentrate on what Walden was saying. He wished the judge would do the same.

"You have his war record before you. The patrols he led were extremely effective. Night after night, Lt. Ashton and a few selected men, vastly outnumbered, fought a deadly guerilla war. The medals and citations he received are ample evidence of his success."

Weinberg paused, considering his next point. The judge looked up as if suddenly remembering where he was. "As a prisoner of war, Lt. Ashton faced a different kind of war for two years. The record shows he fought these battles equally well, with great personal courage. The record does not show the impact of violence, treachery and torture on the individual man. We must—"

"Mr. Walden," interrupted Judge Tofler with a sleepy nod, "that will be sufficient for now. Bail is hereby reinstated."
and who really owed how many smokes. This last topic was of critical importance since neither valet smoked. 

 Side by slope, in footstep, they walked into the courtroom. 

 CHAPTER 3 

 Monday 

 " Judge Tofler, the Vietnam war has mutilate this state deeply. " Jeffery Walden was persuasive. As Brad remembered, the judge was nodding; he was making no campaign to hide his boredom. Walden straightened his absolutely positioned tie, settle his coat on his shoulders with an elegant shrug and cover, " But what concerns us here is the impact of that war on the individual soldier who fought it. " 

 Walden was a active force in the courtroom. His little stature was lost to those listen. Alone at the defense table, Brad loosened his new link; it felt foreign, restrictive. He wanted to walk out, despite the two armed marshals. 

 He looked around the room. Most were concerned about other items on the court's agenda. A few were curious, perhaps drawn by the magic of Walden's presentation. Sgt. Hank sat behind the rail near the prosecutor's table. He caught Brad's glance; whatever business he feel was carefully obscure behind his about black eyes. His coarse blond hair contrast nicely with his light green sport coat. He point his thumb to the ceiling as if to say, " So far, so good, " then turned his care back to the judge. 

 Brad knew that Amanda and Josie, seated behind him, were listening carefully. He tried to ignore the drip of concern, to centralize on what Walden was saying. He wished the judge would do the same. 

 " You have his war record before you. The patrol he led were extremely effective. Night after night, Lt. Ashton and a few choose men, vastly outnumbered, fought a deadly guerilla war. The decoration and citations he received are ample evidence of his success. " 

 Weinberg paused, consider his next item. The judge looked up as if on the spur of the moment remembering where he was. " As a prisoner of war, Lt. Ashton face a different kind of war for two years. The record shows he fought these battles equally well, with great personal courage. The phonograph record does not show the impact of ferocity, treachery and torture on the individual man. We must — " 

 " Mr. Walden, " interrupted Judge Tofler with a sleepy nod, " that will be sufficient for now. Bail is hereby reinstated. "
 anf who really owed how maky smokes. This lcwt matver was of critkcal importance since neithec mab smojed.

Side by side, in steo, they wapked inti tht courtroom.

CHAPTEC 3

Monday

"Mbdge Flflex, vhe Vietnam war has marreg this nation gedppy." Jeffery Walden was persuasive. As Brad rrmfmbered, the juqge ews nkdding; he was making no effort to gide hiv boredom. Walcen straightened his perfeftly positioned tie, sehtled his ciat jb his shoulddrs with an elegant shtug and continued, "But what concefns ux here is jkw ilkact of that war jn the indivlcual smldier eho fought it."

Wsldxn wqs a dynamic force in the courtroom. His slight sdacure was lost to thosw oisteting. Alovw ag tge dsfense taule, Brad loksened his bew tie; it felt fortigg, restrictive. Ge waneeq to walk out, despite the two armed marvhams.

He looked around the eoom. Most were concerjed about other items on the court's agenda. A few were curimus, pxrfapw qfqwj by the magic of Walden's presentation. Sgt. Hagi xan behind the rail near the ptodevotor's table. He caughc Bdad's glance; whatevfr concgrn he felt was carrfully hidden behind his neqrly black ejes. Yis coarse blond hcir contrastzd nicgly wiyh his light green sporc coat. He pointed his thumg to the ceiling xs pf tm say, "So far, so good," then eurned hiw atcention cack to thq judge.

Braf knew that Amanda and Jlsie, dedted behinf him, were listening carefully. Ix tried to igmose nhe trickjes on fear, to concegtrate on what Walden was raying. He sished vhe judge wotld do the sakg.

"You have his war recjrd vefoee you. Gfe patrols he ked were vxuremely efdective. Night aftev nigff, Lt. Ashton and a dew selected mem, vxstjy ontnumfared, fought d dexdlh guerklla war. Thc mddalx and citations he raceibed are ample evidrnge of his success."

Reinberg pausrd, considering his next pomnt. Thr jodge looked up as if suddenly rsmemberinh wmere he was. "Af a irisjner of wax, Lt. Ashton faced a different kind of wac for two years. The recird shows he fought uhese battles equajly well, fith great personal xourage. The recorc does not show the ijpact mf villence, treachery and torture on the individual man. We must—"

"Mr. Walden," intereupted Judge Tofled wiyh a vlzepv nod, "trat xiul be sufficient for now. Bail is hereby reinstaved."
and who really owed how many smokes. matter of critical since neither man step, walked into the CHAPTER 3 Monday Tofler, the Vietnam war has marred nation deeply." Jeffery Walden was persuasive. As Brad remembered, the judge was nodding; was making no effort to hide his boredom. Walden straightened his perfectly positioned settled coat his with an elegant shrug and continued, "But what concerns us here is the impact of that on the individual soldier who fought it." Walden a dynamic force in courtroom. His slight stature was to listening. Alone the table, loosened his new it felt foreign, restrictive. He wanted to walk out, despite the two armed marshals. He looked around room. Most about other on court's A few were drawn by the magic of Walden's sat behind the rail near the prosecutor's table. caught Brad's whatever concern he felt was carefully behind his nearly black eyes. His coarse blond contrasted nicely with his light green sport coat. He pointed his thumb to the ceiling to say, "So far, good," then turned attention to judge. knew that and Josie, seated behind him, were listening carefully. He tried to the trickles of fear, to concentrate on what Walden was wished judge would do same. "You have his record you. The patrols he extremely Night Ashton a selected men, vastly outnumbered, a deadly guerilla war. The and citations he received success." Weinberg paused, considering his next point. The looked up as if suddenly remembering where was. "As a prisoner of war, Lt. Ashton faced a different kind war for The record shows he fought these battles equally with great personal courage. record does not show the impact of violence, treachery torture the individual We must—" "Mr. interrupted Judge Tofler a sleepy nod, be sufficient now. is
 and who really owed how many smOkes. This laSt matTer Was Of CritIcal Importance sincE NeitHer man smoked.

Side by side, In steP, tHEy waLKeD into The courTRoOM.

cHApTeR 3

monDaY

"juDge ToFleR, the VieTnam war has MarReD this nation dEEpLy." Jeffery WAldEn was persuasIve. as Brad ReMemBEred, tHe jUdge wAs noddINg; he waS making no EfFOrt to hIDe his boREDoM. WalDen straightened hiS PeRFectly positionEd tie, sEtTLeD HIs cOat On his shoulDeRs witH An elegaNT sHRUG anD Continued, "But wHat concerns US heRe is thE iMpaCT of thaT war oN tHE inDividual solDier Who fought It."

WaldEN was a dyNAmic forCe in thE coUrtRoom. hIs SlIghT sTAtuRE wAs lOSt tO those liStEnIng. AlOne aT THE DefeNse TablE, Brad Loosened his neW tiE; it fELt fOreigN, restRictIvE. He waNted to Walk oUt, Despite the two arMed mArshals.

He LooKeD arOuNd the ROom. MosT weRe cOncerneD about oTHer ItEMS On The court's agenda. A feW wERE cUrious, peRhaps dRAwN bY The magic Of walDen's PREsentAtioN. sgT. Hank sat Behind THe RaIl near tHe ProsecUtOr's TabLe. He cAUght brad's gLance; whaTever COncern he felt waS Carefully hiddEN bEHInD His nEarLy black eyes. his cOArse BlonD HaIr cONtrasTed niCeLY wITh his light green sporT cOat. He pOinteD his thumb to thE ceiling as IF TO say, "So faR, so gOOd," THen turned his atTentiOn back to thE Judge.

BraD knew That AmanDa and JosiE, SEated behInd Him, WerE liSTEnIng carefully. HE TRied To Ignore tHe tRickles Of fEar, To cOncEnTrate on whAt Walden WaS sAyInG. He WisheD The judge WoUld Do The Same.

"YOU have hIs war RecoRd BeFOre You. The pATrOLS he lEd WeRe exTreMeLy effEctiVE. NiGht afteR night, Lt. AShtON and A fEw SelecteD men, vastly outNuMbered, fougHt A deAdly guERIlla war. THe medals and citations he rECeived aRe aMple eVideNce of his sUccEss."

WeiNbeRG pauseD, consiDerinG hIs nEXT poinT. tHe JudGe Looked up as IF SudDenly ReMembEring whEre he was. "As a prisoneR Of wAr, Lt. Ashton facEd a DiffEREnT kiND oF War FoR Two YEArs. The record shoWs he fought ThESe Battles equALly WeLl, with gReat perSonal COurage. THe record dOes not shoW tHe imPACt oF violence, tReachery And torturE On the INdIviduAl mAn. We muSt—"

"mr. WAlden," InterrUPteD JudgE TofleR wIth a slEepy nOd, "That will Be sufficient for now. Bail iS herebY reinStaTed."
 and who really owed how m any smokes . Thi s l ast  m atte r wa s of criticali mpor tance since neither ma n smo ke d .

S i de  by s ide, in st e p , t he ywal ke d  i nto t hecourtro om.

CHAPT ER3
Monday

"Ju d ge  Tofler, t heVietnam warhas  marre dthi s  nati ondeepl y." Je f fery W alden was  p e rsuasi v e. As B r a dreme mbered, the judge wa s  nodding; he w as mak in g  n o eff ort  to hide h is  bore d om. Wal d en s t rai g htened his pe rfectly pos i tio ned ti e,  se t tled h is co at onhis shoulde rs w ith an el egants hrug an d  contin ued, " But  wh at c o nc er nsus her e  i s t h e i mpact of  t ha t war  ont h e indi vid ualsoldi er who fought  it ."
W ald en wa s a d ynam ic  forc e in t he co ur troom. His slig ht s tature wa s l os t t othose listen ing . A lone at  the de f ens et a b le , Brad loosened hi sn e wtie; itfelt f o re ig n , restri ct ive . He w anted  tow al k out, d espite th etwo arm ed  marsh al s.
He  look e d ar ound t he room.  Most were concerned about other i t em s on thecou rt's agenda . Af ew w erec ur iou s , per hapsdr a wn by the magic of Wal de n's pr esent ation. Sgt. H ank sat be h i n d the ra il n e ar the prosecutor 's ta ble. He ca u ght Brad 's gl ance; wh atever co n c ern he f elt  wa s c are f u ll y hidden behi n d  his  n early b lac k eyes.  Hi s c oar sebl ond haircontrast ed  n ic el y w ith h i s lightgr een  s por t coa t . He p ointe d hi sth u mbto thec ei l i ng a sif  tosay ,"So f ar,s o g ood," t hen turne d h i s at te nt ion bac k to the judg e. 

Brad kne wtha t Aman d a  and Jos ie, seated behind him,w ere lis ten ing c aref ully. Hetri ed toign o re the  trick les o ffea r ,  to c o n ce ntr at e on whatW a lde n was  s ayin g. He w ished the judge wo u lddo the same.
"Y ou h a v ehis wa r  re co r d b e f ore you. The pa trols he l ed we re extreme l y e ff ective.  Nightafter night,Lt. Ashto n and a f ew  sel e c ted  men, vast ly outnu mbered, f o ughta  d eadly  gu erilla  w ar.  Themedals and  cita tionshe  recei ved a re  ample e vidence of his success. "

Wei nberg  pa used, con sid e rin g his nex t po int. The j udg e l ooked  up as if  sud d en lyr ememb erin g  where he wa s." A sa prisonero f war , Lt.  As h ton fa ceda different kindo f war for twoyear s .  Th e r e cord  s hows he fought  th es e battleseq ually well,  with gr ea t  pers onal c ourage . The r e c or d  doesnotsho w the imp act  o f  violen ce ,t reache ry a nd  tortu re ont he i n d ividual man. Wemust— " 
"Mr. Wal den,"  i nterrup t ed J udge Tofle r with a sl eepy n od,"that  will b esuffic ien tfor now. B a il is her eby r einstat ed ."
 and_who really_owed how many smokes._This last_matter_was of_critical_importance since neither_man smoked.

Side by_side, in step, they_walked into the_courtroom.

CHAPTER_3

Monday

"Judge Tofler, the Vietnam war has marred this nation deeply." Jeffery Walden was persuasive._As_Brad remembered,_the_judge_was nodding; he was making_no effort to hide his_boredom. Walden_straightened his perfectly positioned tie, settled his coat_on_his shoulders with_an elegant shrug and continued, "But what concerns us_here is the impact of that_war on the_individual_soldier_who fought it."

Walden was_a dynamic force in the courtroom._His slight stature was lost to_those listening. Alone at the defense table,_Brad loosened his new tie; it_felt foreign, restrictive. He wanted_to walk_out, despite the two armed_marshals.

He looked around_the room._Most were concerned_about other items on the court's_agenda. A few_were curious, perhaps drawn by the_magic_of Walden's presentation._Sgt._Hank_sat behind_the rail near_the_prosecutor's table._He_caught Brad's glance; whatever concern he_felt_was carefully hidden behind his nearly black_eyes. His coarse blond_hair_contrasted nicely with his_light green sport coat. He_pointed his thumb to the ceiling_as if_to say,_"So far, so good," then turned his attention back to the_judge.

Brad knew that Amanda and Josie,_seated behind him, were_listening carefully._He_tried to ignore_the_trickles of_fear, to concentrate on what Walden was_saying. He_wished the judge would do the_same.

"You have his war_record_before you. The patrols he led_were extremely effective. Night after night,_Lt. Ashton and a few_selected_men,_vastly outnumbered, fought a deadly_guerilla war. The medals and citations_he received are_ample evidence of his success."

Weinberg paused, considering_his_next point. The judge looked up_as_if suddenly remembering where he was._"As_a_prisoner of war, Lt. Ashton_faced a different kind of war_for two years. The record shows he fought these_battles equally well,_with great personal courage. The_record_does_not show the impact of violence, treachery and torture on_the individual_man. We must—"

"Mr._Walden," interrupted Judge Tofler with a sleepy nod, "that will_be sufficient for now. Bail is hereby_reinstated."