and machine gun fire and fights and wounds and deaths and resurrections before the three of us ended up in a pile of laughter on the floor. Kneeling and trying to catch my breath, I heard this statement in my mind: “Baxter, this is important, pay attention.” I had no idea what the message meant. After all, it was Saturday, a dad and his boy and his friend were playing army on the floor of the den. Surely there is nothing extraordinary about that. Something very much like it happens every day around