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Jim Bain
Document.Rtfwordcryingwarrior
Document.Rtfwordcryingwarrior
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One does not want to be normal, unless and until normal, is no longer an option for themselves. He had fixated on what it would be like to be normal, just an average Joe doing whatever an average Joe does. But there's a mystical line, many say imaginary, but he knew it was real, of no return. He had no idea when he had crossed it, but it felt like a long time ago.
He fought their wars and did their killing, all the while their hands remained white as freshly fallen snow. He endured the twisted demon filled nightmares the ravages of war creates, while they enjoyed blissful rest on their plump mattress of money.
And when they had finished with him, sucked of every dream and hope of his once promising future, he was dismissed to the trash heap of spent heroes. America's finest destined to roam inept VA hospitals and scrounge for the food they share with the homeless.
Issac Belt, not surprisingly for anyone who knew him, fought his own demons by himself. He had withdrawn into a world of his own making absent the emotions and responsibilities human contact requires. He had control of the beast which lurked just beneath, never to be unleashed again.
When a series of events causes his isolated world to crumble and thrusts him into a world of friendships, family and love he ponders the choice of remaining and risking hurt and the joy relationships bring or slipping away to the safety of his loneliness.
When a danger suddenly threatens everything and everybody he cares for, he is forced to make a snap decision of staying or going, and if he stays .... can he continue to control the monster trying to claw its way out of him.
He fought their wars and did their killing, all the while their hands remained white as freshly fallen snow. He endured the twisted demon filled nightmares the ravages of war creates, while they enjoyed blissful rest on their plump mattress of money.
And when they had finished with him, sucked of every dream and hope of his once promising future, he was dismissed to the trash heap of spent heroes. America's finest destined to roam inept VA hospitals and scrounge for the food they share with the homeless.
Issac Belt, not surprisingly for anyone who knew him, fought his own demons by himself. He had withdrawn into a world of his own making absent the emotions and responsibilities human contact requires. He had control of the beast which lurked just beneath, never to be unleashed again.
When a series of events causes his isolated world to crumble and thrusts him into a world of friendships, family and love he ponders the choice of remaining and risking hurt and the joy relationships bring or slipping away to the safety of his loneliness.
When a danger suddenly threatens everything and everybody he cares for, he is forced to make a snap decision of staying or going, and if he stays .... can he continue to control the monster trying to claw its way out of him.
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