He insisted that father and son we must stay but I said nay, men as equals.
So we departed and I promised that he’d see me another day after he had rested his mind and spent ample time with his reason.
Yet, he wished to have the final say.
Back and forth we went until finally I quoted a fellow and said, “Old men for counsel, young men for war.”
He pondered in silence before he replied with his aching limbs and closing eyes, above his raspy voice, “War it is then!”