They brought us in from all over: Wilmingdale, Utah; Viola, Illinois; Springwood, Texas (where there ain’t no springs and there ain’t no trees); Valdosta, Georgia and Lionel, Kansas—places most people can’t even find on a map, let alone recognize half way around the world while in a place where no one’s got a name for anything that means something to you, just doing your best to keep on keeping on in the pouring, drizzling, stomping, clapping, soaking, burning, freezing weather of a climate not your own, in a place not dear to you or to anyone else (as near as you can tell) while guns explode and rockets flare and you really don’t give a damn about the bombs bursting in air or even if the flag is still there because, okay, can you see, there ain’t nothing left to fight for but saving your own ass, which ain’t nobody else gonna do, not even for a mess of chocolates and a lifetime supply of cold beer (which you’d rather drink than lend out anyway) because out here where the stars and snowflakes are made from flares and ash, we can’t be having no smartass nobody from a place nothing like this just thrown into our little world for as brief a stay as he can stay alive and say nothing about it, so we gonna train and whip and beat your rookie ass until you hop, skip and jump right onto the musical chairs that is this here battling, blasting, son-of-a-bitch-knows-why-we-is-here trapped in the motherfucking mud war, losing limbs in the swamp that belonged to somebody else before it belonged to somebody else long before my run down bones even had to lift up offa’ my comfy, cushioned couch and come here and whoop some commie ass because it’s a little more dignifying than jail, which I’m sure we all want to stray from, especially in these turbulent times when wind blows in every direction from every politician’s fat mouth until nothing fucking changes so it's either jail or hell and I picked hell and so did you, so you’re gonna learn every goddam thing you need to because this here war ain’t about nothing more than staying alive—so anyway kid, where you from?" />
They brought us in from all over: Wilmingdale, Utah; Viola, Illinois; Springwood, Texas (where there ain’t no springs and there ain’t no trees); Valdosta, Georgia and Lionel, Kansas—places most people can’t even find on a map, let alone recognize half way around the world while in a place where no one’s got a name for anything that means something to you, just doing your best to keep on keeping on in the pouring, drizzling, stomping, clapping, soaking, burning, freezing weather of a climate not your own, in a place not dear to you or to anyone else (as near as you can tell) while guns explode and rockets flare and you really don’t give a damn about the bombs bursting in air or even if the flag is still there because, okay, can you see, there ain’t nothing left to fight for but saving your own ass, which ain’t nobody else gonna do, not even for a mess of chocolates and a lifetime supply of cold beer (which you’d rather drink than lend out anyway) because out here where the stars and snowflakes are made from flares and ash, we can’t be having no smartass nobody from a place nothing like this just thrown into our little world for as brief a stay as he can stay alive and say nothing about it, so we gonna train and whip and beat your rookie ass until you hop, skip and jump right onto the musical chairs that is this here battling, blasting, son-of-a-bitch-knows-why-we-is-here trapped in the motherfucking mud war, losing limbs in the swamp that belonged to somebody else before it belonged to somebody else long before my run down bones even had to lift up offa’ my comfy, cushioned couch and come here and whoop some commie ass because it’s a little more dignifying than jail, which I’m sure we all want to stray from, especially in these turbulent times when wind blows in every direction from every politician’s fat mouth until nothing fucking changes so it's either jail or hell and I picked hell and so did you, so you’re gonna learn every goddam thing you need to because this here war ain’t about nothing more than staying alive—so anyway kid, where you from?
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