MASS MURDERER IN TRAINING

When he was in his teens most kids his age read sports and comic pages and headline news of violence that raged across the continent. Each event, real or fiction, was a prediction of what was to be. Sports, in certain events, glorified violence, sent chills and thrills up his spine. Reading about it, hearing mad fans shout about it, made his mind spin like the time he sipped his father's gin.

His real world came alive when he read of war and crime, killing that filled the news and the TV screen. He asked himself, "What does it mean?" One day he knew. He read of over populated nations where unfed blacks, were just skin and bone with bellies blown up like balloons, graphic indications of starvation. He was convinced wars were good. They killed bad people as they should. And the bloated who'd die anyway. But he could not do it alone. That was a GI's destiny. It was meant to be. "That's for me." he told himself inwardly.

Empty spaces quickly filled with new young faces, waiting to die. God told them what to do. God talked to him, too. Slay the bad to save the good. The wrong, the strong may may die along the way. That's the soldier's reality. That's his destiny.