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the sound of bullets cutting through the air. He loves the way a rotting corpse begins to smell. Jimmy loves the way his gun warms up in his hands. Jimmy likes to squeeze the trigger; he is war's greatest fan. Jimmy is a nightmare-a machine paid to kill. Jimmy is my nightmare-he does not want you to live.

"Jimmy walks through the jungle, a playground for children's games. Jimmy sprays the air with his rifle and the bodies drop like rain. Bodies lie without their limbs, both scattered, upon the ground.

"Jimmy sees a man before him and that man has Jimmy's face. Jimmy aims the gun carefully-with a poetic grace.

" Brother,' the man cries out hoping to be saved.

" Brother indeed,' replies Jimmy as he digs a grave.

"Bullets shatter and pierce the air; those bullets are searching for blood.

"And now comes chemical warfare. Every side has a story, this being no exception. Another group of warriors have a need for blood as well. These soldiers evoke death and swiftly promise hell. They wear gas masks and carry the canisters of death. The creeping liquid, hidden within these containers, subtly finds a home and the toxic nerve gas settles down
very,
very,
very, slowly.

"Jimmy's battalion chokes before it falls; Jimmy's battalion spits and hacks as it chokes on lung; Jimmy's battalion will not give up-it struggles, stumbles and falls. Soldiers do not give up-they refuse to fail. Jimmy struggles to see through the dark and cloudy smoke. His vision is distorted and he is blinded by the poison as it liquefies his iris. As the puss-like juice runs down Jimmy's cheek he attempts to curse war-his pleas are short-lived as he gags on the salty fluid seeping into his mouth.

"The demons feel a burst of humanity, leaving Jimmy in the jungle wounded and on his knees. Jimmy frantically scrambles to touch the rosary he has placed beside his clip. Jimmy prays to God to save his soul as his eye proceeds to drip.

"And Jimmy falls to the ground and remembers that he is just a man. Now, I could go to Jimmy's side and I could help him stand. But I won't. For I know someone else will come along and take his place. Another man will come along and attempt to destroy the human race. I will continue the story and I hope that you will not choose Jimmy's path.

"Jimmy has fallen to the ground and he fears it is the end. Perhaps, if I take you inside his mind, we can see how this began."

* * *

Jimmy attempted to stretch out on the thin, narrow, mattress that was placed atop a wobbly bed frame. The

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