A story:
There once was a boy named Daniel.
Daniel had a rifle, and he fired it for many years.
And when he grew up, he took it to war.
When he came home, he saw that whatever else he might do with his life...
Build a house...
Love a woman...
Change his son's diaper...
His hands will always remember the rifle, and he will always be a soldier.
And all the soldiers out there...
Killing...
And dying...
They will always be me.
We are still...
In the desert.
There once was a boy named Daniel.
Daniel had a rifle, and he fired it for many years.
And when he grew up, he took it to war.
When he came home, he saw that whatever else he might do with his life...
Build a house...
Love a woman...
Change his son's diaper...
His hands will always remember the rifle, and he will always be a soldier.
And all the soldiers out there...
Killing...
And dying...
They will always be me.
We are still...
In the desert.
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