Still haunts me...

You remember that short story that Harris used to read in the lodge at the end of evening activity. The Rod Serling-esque one about a war on another planet that ended something like "horrified by the creature's strange scream, patches of fur on its head, pink skin instead of scales, and it having only two arms", or something like that, which revealed the twist ending that the enemy creature was human. Made me think a lot over the years about context and perspective. I even think it helped me out when dealing with Critical Theory during my undergrad. Whatever, I loved that story with the krazy sci-fi motif with the morality tale embedded in it. And late at night, it still gives me the chills.