After years of pondering the psychological after-effects of war, I came to see it like this: the war never stops trying to kill you. Turns out it’s the literal truth. Chicago Med featured a story about a Vietnam vet dying from a parasite that had lain dormant for forty years. Wait, what? A quick Google check confirmed it. I remembered the leeches I plucked off after a stroll through a water-filled bomb crater, but the parasites they harbor rarely survive in humans. (Uh, define rarely.) Anyway, I feel relieved about the whole parasite-infestation thing. Won’t give it a thought. Really.