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I heard a story on NPR yesterday that threw me into a blind fury.
Two men who were boys together in some small town in Texas and who met up again many years later on the battlefields of Vietnam.
You were supposed to get misty-eyed as you listened to the story. The horrors of war! But also the gallantry, the bravery, the heightened experiential of war where you feel most alive –
Nature bred humans to be predators.
And I do hate humans a small but significant portion of the time.