A fucking Comma.
This is a comma.
This is a war.
Gah, these people will rot in hell.
(They're coming now, the young, damaged men. Back to school, trying to rebuild their lives. I met another this week, fucked his back up in Iraq and can't get into the VA hospital here, but that's the least of his problems. Closed doors, closed faces. I almost don't have to ask. They have a look, these young men. For him, this isn't a comma.)