You get up,
drink some coffee
and drive to work.

Taking the controls,
you blow up a wedding,
a birthday party
and a few possibly
safe houses along with
some collateral women
and children. If it's
a good day you may ****
a hundred people, perhaps
including a few bad guys.

Shift over, you drive home
to the safe suburbs,
light a cigarette, pour
some wine and cook dinner.

Solid job, good benefits,
a house, a bright future.

The wars are but rumors.

You are every inch
the brave soldier.

Why ask pesky questions?

Life is good.

   ~mce