God’s New Blessed Soldier

…What, what’s he doing. Why’s he got that thing aim at me. Done nothing wrong but try to get Bobby Joe way from the Army. He’s too young. He’s got to be teenager first. I know this now. Didn’t know it then. I was. …DAMN! ALMIGHT! I felt that one. The boy is toyin’ with me. He’s a good shot. Got those sites all lined up on me. I can hide here. It’s a foxhole. Maybe I should pray? Got no time for God. Gotta get going out of here. But where? Where is he now? Got that gun waiting for me to move? What was I thinking. My boy. My boy. That’s what I was thinking. I need him to be far away from this. If I kid nap him. If we get him out maybe we can go start some place new. Army got to understand. They got to. He’s my boy. He’s, he’s me. He’s barely learning walk, but got that aim. That is my boy. What’s that! He’s near. Bobby Joe is near. He’s wanting me killed. I know. I should go home. There’s Another. That shot was away. Maybe? Maybe he’s going away? Keeps calling out for John Doe. Who is John Doe?