Unplugged.

I am not able to focus this morning. My thoughts are disconnected. Flashes of color and obscure words bombard me:

flame

secrets

blood

duty

silence

determination

shame

mud

desperation

rain

darkness

thunder

broken

According to a branch of the Department of Defense, the life expectancy of a tank operator is seven minutes. The life expectancy for an infantryman on the front lines is ten seconds.

Really, that is all I have to say on the subject. It struck me somehow.

I have few words today.

At times I wish I could unplug myself from reality and sleep indefinately.