Sometimes I myself feel like a vet suffering through the pains of PTSD.
Sometime I sit in bed like Captain Willard re-experiencing the horrors I saw or the horrors I committed.
Like him, I’m waiting for a mission.
A clear objective:
terminate the Colonel with extreme prejudice.
A mission meant for me, for my skills, my knowledge.
A way out.
A way forward.
To be fully immersed in life and purpose; a high like no other, while waiting for
The End.
