Theater of War 3/13
… Gus?
Admiring Johnny.
What would you be admiring?
Design of course.
Talking about the room?
Our entrance was jarring.
Yet that room ain't.
Beckons.
The vectoring Yank.
The goddesses don't miss an angle.
Like soldiers and line of sight.
Positioning.
We call a specific region a theater of war.
Western and Eastern.
And places like Atlanta.
One can admire Johnny.
And one knows not to look too long.
Nice.
It is 11 August.
Yeah.
Let's step.
Ah do.
To be clear
As He Died To Make Men Holy.
Let's Kill Rebels To Make Men Free.
Gus?
What?
That's not the line.
Trying to be clear Reb.
You died to make men free.
Yes.
You died to end slavery.
Yes.
What's your point?
I don't think I wanted to die.
Okay.
I would have been just fine killing you.
I imagine so.
We had to kill each other.
War.
Still shameful.
Buried in Georgia
You did right Gus.
I don't mean the particulars of that day in 1864.
What do you mean?
I spent 23 months at war with you.
Lots of battles.
Lots of skirmishes.
Lots of walking.
All the way to Georgia to be buried.
To kill me Yank.
It was me or somebody else had to kill you.
I hear ya.
I was shooting at you all the time.
Right.
I killed you just like you killed me Johnny.
Just you didn't have to die.
I had to kill.
Damn it.
Damn it.
*Next Up: 18 August part 4/13 The Turn of We the People: Up Words.
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