“Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.”
“Dark and sinister man, have at thee!”*
*Me to me when I’m drunk and my inner-child tells me longboard down a sketchy hill.
Dearest mother —
The battleground has called for my glorious return. I’m thrilled to say, I shall heed that call.
I have reenlisted.
While my sidearm is permanently holstered — I shall help train other young men to be great soldiers. Please send care packages of squirrel oil and skunk cakes to our basecamp at Stanford. I love you.
— Andrew