Open your eyes, mom. What do you think has been going on for the past two years? The fights, the weird occurrences. How many times have you washed blood out of my clothing, and you still haven’t figured it out?
It seemed that life was heading towards one extreme or the other. That was another thing I’d learned about war – it was big on extremes. Maybe that’s why the old men struck me as kind of excited when they talked about their wars. Sure they talked about the suffering and the fear and the grief, but you felt that underneath was a secret, and the secret was that the war was the biggest and most exciting thing in their lives. I knew that whatever else happened I would never feel that way about this war. Maybe if no-one I knew had been killed, but this war had cost me so much that I could never think of it as exciting, or an adventure. It would always be the worst time of my life, and with all my being I longed for it to end.
"Tell me what you see." "There, right? There’s the two ears and head!" "What else?" "And there…there’re its two feet!" "Yes. What else?" "And…and the moon! The moon is its big round belly!" "Yes." "…will you be here next year?" "Yep, will you?" "Yes." "Same place, same time?" "Yes, but what if you forget…or get lost?" "Then we can always regroup on the moon, silly! Right on the rabbit’s tummy!"