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My family and GF have already conspired to break both my knee caps if i'm drafted. Personally I wouldnt be afraid to go off to war I just wouldnt make a good soldier.
I dont like the idea of some fat general telling me to go off into some battle zone while he's sitting on his ass in some officers lounge drinking scotch with all his general friends slapping each other on the back talking about how "they" keep winning battles.
That and I have a real big problem with authority. Military DI's sound like real fuckin dicks according to the accounts from my dad.
Add all that up to the fact that I beleive in a little something called the sanctity of life. The man that you're going off to kill is just that a man, a human being. If you're able to rationalize the taking of another human life down to the fact that he speaks another language and is from a country that does not recognize McDonalds as the finest thing since we learned how to breath then you are one cold heartless motherfucker and I personally dont care to share the same zip code as you.
I feel for the soldiers who have gone out and been bloodied and have bloodied other men. Take my father for example, he wont be happy till he's no longer of this world because each and every night he sees dead men, that he killed, in his dreams.
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WHAT MORE CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
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I like you. When the world is mine your death will be quick and painless.
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