I don't know how anyone does it. I look at the things I know and hide they creep out sometimes in the middle of the night and I cry like a bitch torn between this pillow and I, my I hope my wife doesn't hear me and thank god my parents are not here for this. For woe is me because I have seen a man die, I have seen a man blow sky high, I have killed a man, I have watched a man of my own die many times over oh why do cry deep inside embarrassed to let the rest know why the things I have seen death come on to me when is my time? For now be grateful for what is yours what you have and those that still exist around you in your world. For I have existed in a world where your friends can stand next to you then lay next to you with their life still beating on your shoulder bits and pieces here and there pulsing is this real can you bare? How many more times can they force yo into this job? Then you realize the true power of government the true blood.