You ever feel like a tool? No, not that kind of a tool. I’m talking about the kind of tool who is used and abused by the system (or the ‘Man’ if you will), only to return for more of the same day after day. It’s made especially tough when you’ve got half-wits throwing sand into the machinery because they don’t take a moment to think things through before they act. Why do we put up with it? We definitely do it for more than a paycheck, I can tell you that. We do it because we believe we can make a difference, at least a little. We have faith in what our system tells us about good and evil. When I stood in this space, I thought of all the soldiers who must have come through this old Soviet hospital through the years, believing what the Commissar told them about being defenders of the faith. Knowing what they did at the end, would they do it all over again? Would we?
Now that the war is through with me...
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