VIOLENCE! The hand grenade, propelled by some caprice Of wicked fate, rolls through an open door To rest beneath Sophia and Bernice. Normandy, Belleau Wood, Khe Sanh, Korea, All in one tiny room. The wall's in pieces, The floor's a gaping precipice. Sophia Is little more than wallpaper. Bernice is Fighting for breath, one lung collapsed. Distraught, Anthony picks his way across the rubble, Cradles her in his arms. "This is my fault!" She runs her dying hands across his stubble...