There is a mouse in my house.
No song link tonight.
That should cover it.
“And why we’re patient no one knows,”
It was funny. How everyone psyched him up for going to war.
‘You’re gonna be a hero kid,”
“You’re sacrificing so the rest of us don’t have to,”
They were encouraging words, but hollow once he saw true war. It wasn’t beautiful or heroic. It was cheap and bloody and raw.
He worried he’d made a mistake.
The smartest person he knew had tried to talk him out of it, but he’d persisted pridefully.
And all he was left with now were a constant stream of letters from home all starting with,
“I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into.
We’re the most modern man machines”