as i sit there alone at the breakfast table wondering if linda will remember today 's significance , knowing deep down that she 's simply not going to call-i decide to instead wonder if the nazi officer who carried my p-38 in wwii ever dreamed his sidearm would end up as modern art , across the atlantic ocean , in new jersey , seventy-some years later , loaded and ready to kill the closest modern-day equivalent of a nazi that we have at my high school ?