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Toy Guns

My childhood was filled with combat
well defined good and evil
summer soldiers died bloodless
resurrected Christlike

Then I learned about boot discipline
The well defined good of clean socks
the evil of weight and waiting for orders
boredom and fear

My son is too young
To understand why
I am sad
Every time he pulls the trigger

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