Those Days
I wasn't the only one who made a mistake in those days.
It was Hell…
…Hell in a Jungle, and nobody was themselves, alright??
Don't judge. We all did things we never thought we could do. Men were killing each other…Men who never thought they could harm another living thing.
The hippies were right with us…Blowing men's heads apart, then sneaking out to the field to finish a joint.
Nobody was themselves, alright??
You have to understand that or you don't understand anything about that time.
Again…We were in Hell.
When we caught those pansies…I felt my luck starting to turn around. I was spending my days strategizing for things that just…weren't happening.
All these torture techniques ran through my mind, because I felt as though I was being tortured myself. Hell, I was.
They took me away from my girl, my town, everything I knew. I needed an outlet for how pissed I was. At the war, at everything.
I just never thought I'd…like it.
But, Hell…Damned if I didn't smile every time I came up with a new way to make those bastards scream.
The most gruesome idea ran through my mind in the middle of the hardest rain I'd ever been through in my life. We were hungry as Hell, but just trying to stay warm and dry was our top priority. Suddenly, all the meals I could've been eating at Ma's passed through my mind. I thought of my girl's cookies, Ma's meat loaf. Everything.
I thought of what I was hungry enough to eat, and that's when it hit me.
The bastards out there weren't fit for a real meal. They should be forced to cut into each other. They were all wastes of space anyway, weren't they?? It'd be cutting their useless population in half…Which was good for us.
The less there were of them, the sooner I could go home.
So…in the middle of the rain, I smiled, trying to bide my time until I could put my plan into fruition.
That's when they caught them.
My men found two of them pansies just lurking around, so clueless that we had eyes everywhere.
They threw them in the hole, per my orders.
That's when I threw down the knife.
I wanted to see how weathered their minds were compared to ours.
He caved within the first handful of days.
I think my men would've starved to death first.
But, Hell…
…Like I said…
None of us were who we were on the outside those days…