Deni sat forward in his seat. “Everyone was united to fight for a common cause for freedom and for survival. No one was interested in their own personal, selfish needs.”
“Is that what you think of Americans—selfish?” asked Dr. Sodhi.
“Let’s just put it this way, there are some real issues facing this country. There are no enemies at the gate, the dangers lie in your own government, but few will stand for another. It’s all about the individual in the US. No one stands together in America, not even family. Nobody even listens and even if they hear the truth, it’s the prosecution and the media’s twisted version? Will they hear me or what the US government wants them to hear?” questioned Deni.
“It really bothers you that people aren’t paying attention to the troubles of the world,” said Dr. Sodhi.
“It’s like that quote; people who see injustices and do nothing about it are just as guilty as those who commit the crimes,” replied Deni.
“Are you saying Americans are guilty for the government’s actions overseas?”
“As I am guilty for my brother’s crimes, I am an accomplice and so are American citizens. They are accomplices for the US government’s crimes. Everyone is guilty,” explained Deni.
“That is not the law. Americans have committed no crime in the eyes of the law,” replied Dr. Sodhi.
“America’s laws: George Bush even pardoned himself for the crimes in Iraq, how convenient for America.”
“Deni you are not helping yourself,” said Dr. Sodhi.
“You should. This is about you, your life. Don’t you care about your life? Do you care so little for yourself that you would sacrifice yourself for some ideal and some truth you can never prove? You have given your life and future to your brother and look where you ended up. Has there ever been a time when you put yourself first or have you spent your entire life sacrificing for others?” questioned Dr. Sodhi.
Deni stared at the doctor unsure of how to respond to the question. Honestly, he never did think of himself. There always seemed to be some tension or drama with his family, friends, or even some girl and all he wanted to do was lighten it up, not matter what it was. He hated drama above all else. “Well doc, you’re a genius; you figured me out. Can we wrap this up now?”
Dr. Sodhi could sense Deni was working himself up to a platform so she intentionally diverted the conversation. “How do you feel about your brother’s death?”
“Sad. Are we done now?” spat Deni.
“We’re just getting started,” said Dr. Sodhi.
“Look I don’t see what the big deal is. No one fucking cares what I really feel. This is just a charade. It’s all irrelevant,” he replied.
“You feel your life is irrelevant? You are a young man; you had so much promise and opportunity.”
“Only if you count the number of years; my soul has been around for thousands.” Deni stood abruptly from the chair, forgetting about the wounds in his legs. He winced from the sudden movement and then limped around his chair. “Everyone talks about their reason for being, their purpose in life, but a person’s reason for living often isn’t known until after their death.” He paused and then continued. “Sometimes a person’s reason for living is their death like Archduke Ferdinand of Austria. He lived to die. His purpose in life was to be assassinated by a Serb. Do you know the repercussions of Archduke Ferdinand’s assassination?”
“WWI,” replied Dr. Sodhi.
“Yes, he lived to be the spark that caused a world war,” Deni said with a smirk.
“So you believe you were born to die?” asked Dr. Sodhi.
“I believe I was fated to die young. My life will not have as big an impact as my death,” he said.
“You don’t think you made an impact on others—family, friends?” she asked.
Deni shrugged. “No, I don’t.”
“What impact do you think your death will make?” questioned Dr. Sodhi.
Deni laughed. “Not a world war.” He stared at Dr. Sodhi. “We won’t know until I die, will we?”