Bullets & Triggers

In our yet another attempt to figure out how the days ahead will look like for us, we somehow landed on our own concept of bullets and triggers. Interestingly, we’re both subject to hold our lines until the-universe-knows-when, and that may either be the stars aligning in our favors or not at all.

We’re no commanders, but for some unfathomable reason we’re tasked to assume the roles in our own troops — no training, no practice. Yet the fights we’re in are expected to be won, and our overtaxing selves, no matter how the situation’s supposed to be non-mandatory, wouldn’t want to go home crying.

Pulling our respective triggers right away might make it easier for us to get it all over with, but we’re not blessed with generous amounts of bullets either. It’s unfortunate that this outrageous war appears to be real pushing us to the edge, but in the middle of this all, as thin as it may seem, a clear shot is not impossible. We may have to wait out a little longer though, but that’s our best bet.

As much as I want to yak about how in the world there’s no squad even just for back-up — fucking losers choose to stay in the barracks — it’s the call of duty. A duty that is never ours to serve in the first place, but here we are. Alright.

At least make first-aids handy in the event of our injury?

Or worst, accountability, if it’s death that we have to face.