He Had Fallen Out Of

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Just Felt From Personal Observation That There Is Nothing More Dislocated Or Alienated Than A Lifelong Military Person Trying To Cope In Civilian Life. It's Like Two Completely Separate Planets.

Imagine The Uproar If The Federal Government Tried To Make Everyone Wear A Radio Transmitter Around Their Neck So We Can Keep Track Of Their Movements. But People Happily Carry Their Cell Phones In Their Purses And Pockets.

Plan A Is To Hitch A Ride Out Of Here. But If They Want A War, Then Plan B Is To Win It.

Most Actors Are Small, Anyway - At Least Compared To Me.