Pausing for a moment, I have to think of how wonderful Pixies has been to enjoy every fantasy and freedom at. How nice it’s been to meet REAL people that you truly get to know and like. I guess it become very REAL for me. And the hook is that the REAL world is just outside our gate and where we ALL come from and ALL go to. SO!……….

I have to work my way to the front and while passing LixyChick, whisper in her ear, “Have a seat. I’ll take CHATTY duty today.”

I step over to the OldFart-Irish soapbox, but only to have a seat myself. This is nothing worth standing for.

I think only Love has had more words written it in an attempt to verbalize the incomprehensible.

Like you Irish, we came from a very different time, a very different culture, with very different beliefs and understandings. I think it was more like the one my father and 3 uncles were from when they served during WWII, and the one my grandfather and two great-uncles knew in WWI.

The people who are going, have no concept about where they’re going. Either do the people that are sending them, or the people that can only stand by and watch. And it’s a place that the solider can NOT conceive that he’s really been to. And when WAR happens, ATROCITIES happen. War IS an atrocity! And no other specie can do it like mankind. (mankind,… is that an oxymoron?) Probably the best words to describe what a solider will have is “Eternal periods of intense boredom, separated by moments of stark fucking terror.”

NO! I do not confuse the war with the solider. I don’t have to support a war to support the solider. He will have enough thrown at him.

And Aqu, you’re right.

You treat an asshole like an asshole. And that has nothing to do with where he’s been. Hell, he doesn’t even know where he’s been. Trust me on this one!

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