The original excerpt can be found on page 40 of The Things They Carried.
In June of 1968, a month after graduating Malcester College, I was selected for the amateur tennis team that I hated. I was twenty-one years old. Young, yes, and inexperienced, but even so, I was good enough for the experienced team. Somebody picked my fate for no reason, it didn't make sense. The very facts were shrouded in mystery: Was it the coach who disliked me? Pure bad luck? Who made this decision and why? Was I just not good enough? I am divided on these and a thousand other issues, and the debate had spilled out across my whole life, and nobody could decide on the most fundamental matters of the issue. The only certainty that summer was moral confusion.
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