Getting My Killing On
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008Seeing how smart I am and all. I am going to try to make you understand what I want you to understand, so you see what I see and feel what I feel. Hell, I may be a dumb stump of a machine, but I know my rights, and I know I have a right to free speech. And I am going to express my free speech by telling you I ain’t going to let my son be controlled by the Army no more.
No more will I let my son do the Army bidding. No more formation at five in the morning. No more roll call at five thirty in the morning. No more seven in the morning inspection - those god damned Army patrols are making me feel like we can’t escape the will of the Army.
Hell, my son is beginning to beat up on me. I can’t have that. I can’t have my son tell me I am a waste of a citizen because I can’t kill a person without making a noise.
MY SON IS ONE ELEVEN MONTHS OLD! He’s only eleven months old, and he knows how to kill better than me, and I want nothing doing with these people any more. Nothing they got we need. Nothing they go I can’t give.
And I give it all back. ALL OF IT. It’s done. I’ve given it back. Now Army go away.