This is the final version after workshop.
Why do you fight? For religion, as they tell me? For Family, as I suspect? For country, as they disown you? I am shown a silhouette of you as I land on your soil. What do you see? My family is safe from you with me here; but is your family safe with me here? Who shot first? What was the shot in a response too? I am trained to not miss, we count you as a kill. What do you count? When one of ours is killed or injured, we are angry and vengeful. When we rack up our next kill, it is seen as justice. What do you see? When I am relieved of duty for the day, by my brother in arms, who relieves you? We can watch the news and see progress in our fight. What do you watch? Who tells you to continue the good fight? Will you be there tomorrow? I will be. A cold meal packed full of science to sustain my battle and cause; what will you eat? The bed is hard but supports my tired body and soon I sleep knowing my brother in arms has my back. Who has your back? I arise to an alarm clock that tells me to reengage the battle and relieve my brother in arms. Did you sleep? I shower yesterday’s battle away careful to conserve water and dress for the next. Do you even have water? I tag out my brother with a quick smile and a joke about our counts and who’s is higher. Are you relieved? Who shot first? What was the shot in response too? Why do you fight? Every trigger squeeze, the question burns my brain with the discharge of the shell as it lands silently in the sand of your soil and my kill count grows higher.
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