the general in charge lost all control.

they screw in the darkness, by ashlight and buglight all across the south they seek out love by the hour, nothing fancy . no need to worry that when they return, when they retire, their bride will have too much to learn, to live up to. only big hair hookers from bars with stripes and stars, just off base enough that the general ignores. we always build our bases were the land is cheap, where people are few.

It helps that the rifle range is out of easy range. Away from strays, isolated from temptation, from memory. Tucked out of the way. It helps the young in need of work or meaning keep focus. give them the narow focus. make their choices small enough to recognize, even on the rifle range.

southern warriors in waiting, these are your young preparing to kill. A career for America. A career kept out of the way. Don’t worry mothers, they all return. One way or another, some day, some way, they always return.
In the easy times, they long for war. In the hard times, they make unseen promises, mostly unkept, but never forgotten.