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          “Certainly,  Buell.  My  years  of  studying  and  caring  for  senior
        citizens near the end of life have shown me that the entire focus of
        suicide bombing is upside down. Young people are being exploited,
        their lives thrown away, owing entirely to their immature idealism and
        suggestibility. It is irresponsible to treat them as disposable resources
        when their adulthood has barely begun. Soldiers in the trenches know
        very well that their lives are at risk, and they may well come home
        maimed or in a body bag, but at least they have a chance of surviving
        in the kill-or-be-killed sweepstakes.”
          “I suppose if you put it that way—”
          “I do, Buell. Now, compare that to a man or woman in the twilight
        of  their  years,  well  beyond  the  age  of  making  meaningful
        contributions to society. They are, in fact, living off the generosity of
        the  young—usually  with  the  condition  that  they  stay  out  of  sight,
        warehoused in old folks’ homes, providing a living to caregivers and
        administrators  of  benefits.  Some  of  them,  indeed,  are  not  compos
        mentis,  and should  be left alone in whatever state they are in. But
        many are still awake and aware, capable of making decisions about
        what matters most to them. And let me tell you, Buell, a lot of them
        are real patriots. On the Fourth of July, when they hear the national
        anthem  come  over  the  loudspeaker,  there’s  nary  a  dry  eye  in  the
        house.  Sacrificing  themselves  for  God  and  country  is  an  appealing
        choice:  the  chance  not  just  to  go  out  with  a  bang,  but  for  the
        worthiest cause they can imagine. All we need is a waiver from the
        life  insurance  companies:  these  heroes  would  be  on  missions
        sanctioned  by  the  military.  Their  families  will  be  proud,  they  will
        demonstrate the continued value of the aged, and the young will be
        spared.”
          “I see. Well, that sure is fascinating, Val. What exactly would your
        company do?”
          “I’m glad you asked, Buell. Let me give you my card.”
          “The Gray Legion. And you are the CEO.”
          “Well,  that  would  be  my  title,  if  I  end  up  contracting  with  the
        government. Otherwise, if the legion becomes an official arm of the
        military  I would require a commission  as  brigadier general. What I

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