“War Story”

No one ever reads the first line.

They fast-forward to the combat action because we love a good war story, not to learn but to be entertained.

The enemy is always ourselves.

I got a medal for fighting my face.

In the middle of battle, I got sleepy and could not keep my eyes awake, even though it meant my life.

I died.

K.I.A.

Inside of emptiness, I whispered a prayer to something that does not exist, yet answered me anyway:

“I have a sense of humor, so I’ll give you back your life.

Go and do good, and wear this medal for mercy.”