>>63974569I want to be there. I want to be there behind the gun when we fire five million rounds into whatever foe assails humanity. I want to switch places with my buddies, sleeping, eating and feeding the gun, men and machine working together as one, all to the sound of the gun's steady staccato, like a clock ticking down slowly but surely the time that we have left on our station. One last bulwark against terror, sending fire into darkness to keep the world behind us safe one bullet at a time longer.
And when the belts dry up, when we can't scrouge up loose rounds from ammo cans we tossed away so carelessly earlier, when the gun finally goes silent for the last time, I want my heart to give out, for there would be nothing to give it rythm anymore.