God’s New Blessed Soldier

He’s got to go. He’s just too good at killing now. It’s in his blood. It’s his soul now. He’s stare looks like he’s going to kill you. He just looking and looking at you. Still and clam. Don’t even move or twitch. Can’t make him twitch. He won’t be moving unless his commanding officer commands him to move. I don’t like it. There’s no mommy or daddy. Only grunts and flashing hands signals. I tried to talk to the wife about getting our son out, but she’s still changed after the Army and Navy took her in for training. She don’t care much anymore. Like to watch him kill and capture. She might even be spying. I could be being watched. I don’t know. Starting to feel paranoid. Don’t know who to trust. Know I can’t trust my son. Can’t trust the friends. All the friends with Army or Navy. All get the same insurance and food support. I’ll give it all back. They can take my life. I don’t care. I want my boy back.