"Tim," Dad said as we watched the view of the Chiapas forces start to move forward en masse, "I don't think you should watch this."
I didn't want to watch it. People were going to be killed. Because of me. Because I wanted to rule the world. I could still stop it. Go back to the fourth grade and just be a kid with nothing more to worry about than how quickly I would be picked for a team to play kickball during recess.
"Tim?" I turned to face Dad and nodded.
"I feel like a should watch it. It's my fault, my responsibility," I said slowly, desperately.
"No, Tim, these are men who chose to fight and kill and make their way through life by preying on others. The drugs they sell are an evil that ruins lives and kills by the thousands. We're taking a stand against that evil. The world will be a better place when we're done. Go down to the house and watch TV or something. Joe has this under control. He can call you anytime if we need you."
