MURDERER IN TRAINING

When in their teens most kids read sports and comic pages and headline news of violence that rages across continents. Each event, real or fiction, is a prediction of what might be. Sports events often glorify violence, send chills and thrills up the spine. Reading about it, hearing mad fans shout about it, makes a young mind spin like the time he sipped his father's gin.

Their world comes alive when they read of wars and crimes, killing that fills the pages and TV screens. They ask: "What does it mean?" One day they knows. They read of over populated nations where unfed blacks are just skin and bone and bellies blown up like circus balloons, graphic indications of starvation. They are convinced wars are good. They kill people as they should. That seems to be the GI's destiny.

Empty spaces quickly fill with new young faces, waiting to die. God talks to them, tells them what to do: Slay the bad to save the good. If you die along the way, that's your gift to humanity.