A Heavier Armored Presence

We regret to inform you that your combat tour has been extended to: forever. Mommy, what is sec-tarian bio-lints? Can I play on the con-puter? While you sit buffing the pewter you just had to have on the pew you got at that darling little shop down by the river, you know, from the old church that went condo, I forget its name. Won't you have some tea? While I try and bend it back through the loop where my mind goes, a plane tied to a piece of thread, to pierce the eyelet for the mother ship in the name of duty and tradition, but instead of flying through and letting go and for home, I fly for the tethers end. It doesn't have to mean anything. No thanks, and crossing the street.