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ry. You have the luxury of not knowing what we know: the Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saves lives. And my existence, while grotesque and inprehensible to you, saves lives...you don’t want the truth. Please deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties and you don39。t want me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty... We use these words as the backbone of the life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand ac post.Homework Task 1W: When my brother came back from fighting in the war, he was a changed man.M: He doesn’t seem any different to me. W: He’s changed. Believe me.M: OK. So, what have you noticed?W: He seems tougher now, not so gentle.M: Can you give me some examples?W: Yeah. Just the other day he beat his dog for noting listening to him. M: That doesn’t sound like your brother at all.W: That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. He seems like a different person.M: Have you thought talking to him?W: I’ve tried. But he only yelled at me. I was hoping you could say something to him.M: Me?W: You’re his closest friend. I think he’d listen to you if you talked to him. You’re probably the only person who could get through to him. Would you please give it a shot?M: All right. I’ll try. I’ll speak to him when he gets home from work. 1. How has the woman’s brother changed?2. Why did the woman’s brother beat his dog?3. What happened when the woman tried talking to her brother?4. Why is the man a good person to talk to the woman’s brother? 5. When will the man talk to the woman’s brother? Task 2 Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Liz.” As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”As a little boy, he had misunderstood the doc