I will not be comin’ back this way; I’ve tarried here too long from a shortening day.

Been interesting, but I got to go see what’s just over the hill. When a body is a part of the over-the-hill gang, you find a lot of fun just ever pokin’ your head up.

When danger and duty collide within a there-but-for-the-grace-of-God-go-I situation, words that make it easier to discount and disregard another’s humanity are rummaged up. To wit, on the killing fields of combat, troopers have found it more tolerable to dispatch a foe that is consider to be nothing more than a gook or slope or maybe a towel head.