The night is dark and cold 

Even with people around I still feel alone

Rain is beginning to come in 

Standing aside I begin to wonder where I’ve been 

I think about family and friends, 

and all those stories that never seem to end 

Trying to find the meaning of it all

Or to understand if it was worth the fall

All these thoughts need to eviscerate 

For there’s no changing fate 

So wipe all those tears

And don’t get eaten alive by fear

carefully depositing the lice in a blue USO envelope” (O’Brien 31).

"What you have to do, Sanders said, is trust your own story. Get the hell out of the way and let it tell itself” (Tim O’Brien 106).

To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill 

They put a gun in my hand and said, "shoot until he's dead" 

But it's hard to kill when 'please your friend' echoes through your head 

Front Line- Stevie Wonder