Control…………………………………………………………………….……………………………………………….Aaron Green, V

Every man in my squadron who walked away to go see the woman in their small polaroid picture or to hug their mother one more time had won. I had won because for once in this goddammed cycle of destruction I created opportunity. It was over for them. I stood up and walked back down the rows of tents, all of them now empty, until I got the warped wooden crate. I reached down and tightened my blood-stained boots, fixed my dirty uniform, threw the lid of the box into the earth, and prepared to fight.

Just let me be I don’t want your advice I don’t want your support I don’t need your help. You ask what I want I don’t oblige

Control

Aaron Green 23’

Your kindness is much appreciated, Like seeds to a struggling farmer, But there is a line Between your reality and that of mine