My dad was a soldier. The killing kind. "Good thing Newfoundland joined Canada so I could enlist in the army when I was still young enough for priests to find me attractive or else it would have been a short life on the sea for me."
I, in turn, became a soldier too. The political kind. Always a political fight needing muscle when you are a working class fuck like myself.
Won the last fight we did.
I am not in line for any six figure jobs in the public service.
I am not in line for any job.
I am in line at the liquor store on a Friday afternoon as usual.
The next fight never more than a few ticks distant.