Then there was this freedom the little guys were always getting killed for. Was it freedom from another country? Freedom from work or disease or death? Freedom from your mother-in-law? Please mister give us a bill of sale on this freedom before we go out and get killed. Give us a bill of sale drawn up plainly in advance what we're getting killed for. . . so we can be sure after we've won your war that we've got the same kind of freedom we bargained for.
What should be the glory of the profession is that a doctor should be able to meet his patients with no financial anxiety.