I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn’t even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Kurtz’s memory any more than being back in DC was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine. /Willard