I'm heading East, I guess, toward battle. I've never been the kind of person that knows which direction I'm going. North or West or South or whatever; I've always been better at getting lost than getting found, but I guess that's okay on the way to a skirmish. They always say it's not so much the destination as it is the journey but, "they" is usually a person that has never had the world skew sideways on them mid-step.
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And I'm sure you can guess this battle only exists in my head, but it scarcely matters which side wins. There are no real winners in a war, no survivors, no prisoners, no refugees; all that remains are those wonderful spectators, sitting along the periphery, selling their bullets.