worry

some days are better than others. an infantry puke gets a point blank in the campus cafe after getting a coke.. the worry eats at you like maggots. it sits in your throat like a rock of flames that starts your mind on fire... you KNOW its not your man, but you KNOW it is somebody else's... war sucks. nobody wins... we all know it too. dad had a lighter from nam that said, "war is hell, but actual combat is a son of a bitch"... well... son of a bitch, man!!