"...brushed"

 

"One thousand shall fall at thy right ten thousand at thy left,....or words to that effect. "Yet no harm shall come thee."

Ain't that some Shit.

So many times I should have bought it, but didn't. Like some grunt at Troy Gettysburg Stalingrad or Hue.  As my late Vietnam-vet brother said,... 

"Bullets fly by your head like pissed off wasps." 
"You don't give a fuck. You just do your job."

"You just do your job." 

You live your life till you don't. The Angel of Death has brushed by I don't know how many times. Grabbing everyone but me. 

Till he does.

So wondering what of my years. There was is no point not in the sense we need. We just live, and do.

Until we don't.

Till then there's family friends books chocolate, and bad movies.