It seemed like a good idea at the moment seeing that I was sincerely apathetic towards the thought of launching any sort of effort in finishing my essay; mainly concerning me processing thoughts. I simply lay on the sofa (well broken in at this point from our previous encounters) and decided anyone with a higher rank than captain would be unsuitable, seeing as they would steadily drop points from my delicate scale of self-esteem with their loud commanding voices and cramped quarters. Feeling overwhelmed, I pulled out a blanket, snuggled in, and took a nap. After several hours (more than intended) I woke up feeling refreshed, replenished, and some other word in that category; I decided that it was time to address the most important issue in my mind, aside from a trip to the lavatory, so I grabbed a chair, a phone, and a snack. While methodically (that is right, methodically) chewing the last of the Oreo's I placed a call to one of my father's better friends, knowledgeable of the fact that he had served in the Vietnam war in his mid-twenties.
He agreed to being interviewed as long it wouldn't take up to much of his time, to which I heartily consented.
"Hello Mr. Brodsky, thank you for taking time out of your day to have this interview with me."
"I would suppose this sort of occasion calls for pleasantries, but I am a man of few pleasures, get to the point."
"Glad to comply, what would you say is the most valuable thing you learned from your experience in the war?"
"Listen once, and listen well, there is nothing to be learned from war."
"Mr. Brodsky, surely you can't be serious, as a veteran you should be very conscientious of how war...