In the 1970's a curious thing happened.

  We had a conflagration of people who'd been involved in military and war all over the world being American.  We also still had open warfare in hotspots and theaters.  And the battle actions since the beginning of time were training. 

  What that amounted to was bogged-down progress.  It was a weighted bunch of people, for instance, surviving Catholic schools.  Burdened with hundreds of years of religious fighting and persecution.  This distress was layered up with modern families having battled in the not-world-wars but not "minor" wars either.  For, no war is minor. 

     The badly "weathered" body of captured and tortured prisoner of warring arrived at our school one day in a shipping container with pounds and pounds of newsprint and "magazine" for our drive. 

     The person was hung on a  bamboo, sort of hammock-hanger.  It was shocking.  But right away, it became clear that some people are not moved to nausea by such sights.  Some people go right into a kind of overdrive as the person processes the information.  And some of the people in any situation that arises have bits of the mystery or puzzle.  The people there that day, doing a simple chore, volunteering, making the effort to at least try had no idea God was going to put that challenge in their life paths just then.  But it was the perfect example of how Americans have to work together every day.