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Machines of War; Collected Short Stories: 1993-1995
Gangland
Chapter 1 Page 3
Machines of War; Collected Short Stories: 1993-1995
Gangland
Chapter 1 Page 3
Only difference? My friends didn't die for an abstract cause.
They died for purely temporal things, physical things you could reach out and touch, and not just debate. They died for quarter bags and eight balls. They died for fronts un-repaid. They died for wearing the wrong colors on the wrong streets at the wrong time of night. You could actually look at your watch and see what cause they had died defending.
If death was so different, then it only followed that life should hold a different meaning for us, as well. We didn't know how to live day to day. We were taught to maintain and sustain a lifelong offensive against our comfort zones. Accomplishing more and more for themselves, our fathers sought to hand the baton over when their step faltered. They prepared us.
It wasn't enough. They didn't take enough time from their one sided wars to train us properly for ours.
Sure, some of us assimilated by imitation. Man is the mundane monkey. He will pretend to be what he is not until reality fits the dream.
They died for purely temporal things, physical things you could reach out and touch, and not just debate. They died for quarter bags and eight balls. They died for fronts un-repaid. They died for wearing the wrong colors on the wrong streets at the wrong time of night. You could actually look at your watch and see what cause they had died defending.
If death was so different, then it only followed that life should hold a different meaning for us, as well. We didn't know how to live day to day. We were taught to maintain and sustain a lifelong offensive against our comfort zones. Accomplishing more and more for themselves, our fathers sought to hand the baton over when their step faltered. They prepared us.
It wasn't enough. They didn't take enough time from their one sided wars to train us properly for ours.
Sure, some of us assimilated by imitation. Man is the mundane monkey. He will pretend to be what he is not until reality fits the dream.
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