There's a taste and a smell that is distinct to war, and probably common to every war. Sweat, shit, blood, expended ordinance. It imprints into the neurological system along with the unforgettable sights.
As our country is led into new desperate escapades to clutch on to its slipping economic grip, the human costs will rise exponentially.
In this initial piece, I put to use some memories, some sorrows, some predictions. “Angels” are thoroughly briefed in this endless human childish infighting, and have places from which to watch and wait.
And wait.
