The Beast Is The Monster That Destroys

I Joined The Army On My Seventeenth Birthday, Full Of The Romance Of War After Having Read A Lot Of World War I British Poetry And Having Seen A Lot Of Post-world War Ii Films. I Thought The Romantic Presentations Of War Influenced My Joining And My Presentation Of War To My Younger Siblings.

But Now, Like A Fallen Sparrow On A Golden Chain, I'm Forever Bound In Shadow, A Prisoner To My Pain.

It's A Hard Life Sometimes And The Biggest Temptation Is To Let How Hard It Is Be An Excuse To Weaken

I Keep Threatening To Keep A Formal Journal, But Whenever I Start One It Instantly Becomes An Exercise In Self-consciousness. Instead Of A Journal I Manage To Have Dozens Of Notebooks With Bits And Pieces Of Stories, Poems, And Notes. Almost Every Thing I Do Has Its Beginning In A Notebook Of Some Sort, Usually Written On A Bus Or Train.

He Was Trying To Convince Himself That He Wasn't Guilty.