Submitted by El_GBT in killallgames
When I was in first grade I had a friend named Sean. Sean was a neat kid, and a good friend of mine, but I remember always being confused by how much he talked about the army. And he did it a lot. Every recess he'd be in the sandbox, playing with little green army dudes, and on the bus rides to field trips he'd recite to the rest of the class the various military ranks, and the difference between them. This stuff was fascinating to me, as it would be to any little boy, but there was something that always bothered me a little about his fixation. Where did it come from? Why has he built such an identity around such a violent thing? One day I asked this to my teacher, Mrs. Fetters. She looked at me knowingly, as if this wasn't the first time she had ever considered this as well. "Well, Luca, I believe that something happened to his father when he was in the army. I think he passed away. You know what that means, right?" I nodded. "I think that this is a way for him to cope, and to feel better. It's his way of understanding the things that happen to him." Again, I nodded.
I never brought it up again, and that summer, Sean moved away. I have no idea what he's doing now, but I only thought about him again when I encountered Bao-Dur for the first time.
p.s. im gay