double post (B)

reading the newspaper, i opened a page to the most painful photo i've ever seen. some kid walking out of jabil yesterday, with a look on his face that cannot be described in words.

it's the most frustrating thing: these are kids, dreaming of getting out of uniform and getting on with their lives. they're fighting against grown men who've spent their entire lives focused on wiping us out. the fundamentalist mentality holds no value for life - not their own lives, and certainly not ours.

most of our boys may have walked out of there breathing, but those bastards have killed something in each and every one of them.

and i'm sitting here angry about it. my uniform's on my desk, i get into it every working day, but i'm not involved, i'm sitting on my ass. powerless is not the word i'm looking for.