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At some civil war battlefield, we were eating meat sandwiches, purchased at a nearby deli called the Colonel Hero, and I couldn't help thinking I was eating some confederate. In ancient wars, I read somewhere, the victors ate the bodies of the vanquished, all of them. They did not consider it cannibalism because the enemy was considered inhuman. And there were not so many bodies as in recent wars. Imagine Abraham Lincoln eating thousands of confederate soldiers, black and white. Strangely, I did not lose my appetite thinking this way. While I thought history, Jack was doing biology, dissecting his sandwich like an unborn pig. He'd separate some organ with his plastic knife, inspect it, eat it. He'd flicked some mustard onto Jill's blouse. That would cause a fight later when she discovered it. For now she was doing astronomy, staring into the bright sky until I thought she must be blind. What do you see, I asked her. Heaven, she said without looking away.
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