 What realization do you think Wayne might have had after his journey?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, July 1962. Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. His slim mother with nervously polite smiles and voice fluttering, assuring the old man by her frailty that he was big in the world. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. You got to remember about all these dangerous repressed impulses piling up with nowhere to go, like they say. What do we know about adolescent trauma and like that? Squareheads going around either unconscious or with eyes looking dead from the millennium in the office waiting to retire into limbo. So he'd waited in his room, and it wasn't easy sweating it out alone waiting for the breakout call from HQ. "What, son?" his old man said uneasily. "If you wanta walk. He was still laughing as he whoomed the Olds between the pale dead glow of houses and roared up the ramp onto the Freeway. He strode under a sign reading Public Youth Center No. 947 and walked casually to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a pansy haircut looked out of a pile of paperwork. He wrote on a slip of paper, handed the pass to Wayne. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. Finally he said, "So make up your mind, bud. It's a big city and you're starting late.
 He realized he did not have the emotional strength he thought he had to complete the mission.
 He realized he did not have the emotional strength he thought he had to complete the mission.  He realized that Captain Jack had set him up to make him regret the draft call.  He realized that his parents are to blame for his weaknesses.  He realized that he was emotionally strong enough for the mission, but it was still too gruesome for him.