The Sky Is On Fire

In the sweltering heat of this shithole country, we slip into madness. God has left Afghanistan. Or was he even here?

One can look outside and see for miles, but there is no beauty in what has been lain waste. The vile mix of dust, trash, and fire clogs the nostrils. When one ventures into the villages, the offensive odor of the unwashed bodies of a people, who, despite their arrogance, shit and piss like animals, is added to the stench.

Delusions of superiority fill these childish animals' heads. They are lazy and stupid, believing not only the lies of a far fetched and oppressive religion, but the lies we tell them as well.

We say we want to help them, but this is obvious bullshit. Giving a fuck is for politicians, to whom we are pawns. Your average grunt rages back and forth between wanting to roll out and kill every brown-skinned little shit he sees and just caring about making it home alive.

If I had my way, I'd kill everyone. Women, children, the sick, the old. It makes no difference. They all feel entitled to what we break our backs to give them and then turn around and try to kill us.

I've lost enough friends. Everyday I feel closer to the body bag.