War never changes.
In the year 1945, my great-great
grandfather, serving in the army,
wondered when he'd get to go home
to his wife and the son he'd never
He got his wish when the U.S. ended
World War II by dropping atomic bombs
on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
My Father started killing after he lost his father
I stood by him, not knowing what he was doing
I killed him after a raid on our house
I met Maria,
Got a job as a profiler
Killed Don Queenston,
now I am at war, and I say to myself
War never changes