Thought of the day

I played at being a soldier,the amount of paper targets i killed  got easier, my groupings got tighter, and my ability to strip weapons came second nature, the ability to live in filth became easier. But can you imagine those pieces of paper i killed fired back? the holes i created bleed? i never had to face the horrors that the men we honour Sunday faced terror we will never see and for that i thank them for the chance to see my children and grand children grow as free men.  

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