Martin’s post tore me apart this morning.
His prose often do, and I avoid it like the plague. You see, most of us have donned the bullet-proof vests, if you will. We’ve waged battles few know anything about, and suffered the consequences-tenfold.
We lost our families, our friends and our reputations.
Some of us drank, drugged or immersed ourselves in the haze of anything that could or would dull the pain of the knowing.
We don’t sleep and we rarely put ourselves out on a limb among Sleepers.
We’re not asking anything of you, nothing.
Just think about the fucking children, and go from there.
THIS HAS ALWAYS, ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT THE CHILDREN.