Right now there’s a somebody who’s probably fine, probably asleep, probably enjoying her morphine. I think. I don’t know for sure because she’s in no condition to tell me her condition, much less talk to a silly worried somebody like me.
Also right now there are lots and lots of people fighting and marching and breathing grit. Probably dying or killing. Maybe both. As of exactly now, I don’t care. I’d trade all the soldiers in the world to know how she is.
Except, of course, they’re not mine to trade.
I haven’t acknowledged the war yet on this thing, nor have I stated my position on it; I’m not going to start now. I know better than to take a hard line, and I don’t really believe I have anything to add to the general white noise out there. That doesn’t stop me from thinking a lot about my brother, who stuck up for his beliefs and got put on probation for it. Whether our views align is irrelevant. I’m terribly proud of him, and that’s a fact that outweighs opinion.
I wonder for what, and for whom, I would fight.
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