I spent yesterday in the woods. Being shot at. Today we reminisced over coffee - the Battle of the Wooden Tanks, The Siege of the Chipboard Fort and the Oil Drum Massacre. We compared battle injuries: aching limbs, not stretched from heroic charges but stiff from prolonged crouching trying to hide, and wounds, welts actually, from those moments of madness when movement seemed possible.
War! Huh. What is it good for?