This happened in the early 1960’s, when I was 5 years old. My older brother was 8, and used to run around the woods near our home with a group of boys that called themselves ‘The Snipers Club.’ I doubt that any of them knew what a sniper was, or actually did. I am pretty sure they got it from an episode of Combat on TV (“Starring Vic Morrow and Rick Jason…”). It was a mysterious and powerful name, so it suited them just fine. I wanted to follow them everywhere they went, but was mostly not allowed access to the important matters of 8-year-olds roaming the primeval forests near our suburb of Northern Virginia . This Summer day, however, was different. My big brother actually came looking for ME. “Ya gotta help us!” he said, near panic. “The Eagles have challenged us to a tree-climbing contest. We want you to climb the tree for the Snipers!” It was well known that I was the best tree-climber in the neighborhood. My Mom would often get calls fro