Taking it easy. Watching my fellow soldiers cut down to the left and right. In the midst of the battle, everything is in slow motion. My old war wound aches. But I still think being a platoon sergeant is better than being an officer cadet promoted to a captain or major through battlefield attrition. Watching them fall is sadly amusing because the impact of the battlefield is to numb one's finer sensibilities.
After a while, everything is funny. You have become psychotic. You are suffering loss of affect.
Labels: Metaphor, Psychosis, War
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