pavuto, showing up in rochester, new york, to join the fight. he was little more than a teenager. he freely admitted he had no idea what he was getting into, only that he had to get into it. i was foolish enough to ask him as a kid whether he ever considered going to canada to escape. now he had an angry look on his face. then again, my dad often had an angry look on his face after i said a lot of dumb things but i will never forget how he explained why he did what he did. a man of few words, he simply said, neil, it was just something you did, so i did. and that was that. no debate, no turning back. like somebody in his generation, quietly responding to a deafening calling. no fanfare, no easy outs, no way, there was too much on the line so everyone simply got in line for the greater good to do some good. it just seems like such a different world. then you start thinking of the petty rivalries and fights, that dominate our modern world. a far cry from what these