Ten out of three hundred and sixty countries on this planet, are not fighting a conflict. As we speak there are rather reasons for violence, than proof of peaceful actions.

Culture of war gathers global truth on the way to the existing century. My army is throwing me firsthand, on the premises of research, at the wolves of urban biological warfare. Some would ask. How could I have volunteered for such a fight? Saving the world is dangerous endowment. Lots of people have said, this seems far more profitable than peace. We are talking about saving people’s lives. Our ways of living are so intricated with conflictual politics. Not to mention the profits gained from these battles. Profits which allowed all of us in the west, survival for the past hundred years. For a long time, before we were counting night and day. As far as history takes us, and beyond. Preceding thieves and prostitutes. There have been men protecting land and its habitants. On the day humanity was born, some endorsed the role of soldiers. The legacy of it is felt individually, as a trend of our time. We cannot even imagine Peace. Around a planet which gives Tyrans and injustices, all the choices. But to fight, wars that are so unpredictably recent, leaves no childhood to the kids. Some countries are historical enemies, oponants, some fights are nationwide. When yours is precisely home. To determine a winner is not a quality of it. It usually goes on, until there are no more battlegrounds. Or, in the event where the army takes over the Law. The moment it had occurred to me, has being at a new frontline, happened in the late 1990s. After they had transported me to an Oxygenated room, I woke and walked out. A nice officer slowing down, offered to take me to town. I was around 25 minutes from the nearest center and 2 hours from my home in the city. From there, they categorized me missing. It took another six months before I would show, for a follow up appointment. This time at the Downtown Program of Intensive Care, section Homeless Intervention. From there the drugs were upgraded. For what is design, to be Active and In Action. But then, distant voices and souvenirs kicked in. The Officer who decided my faith, has been transfered to Car Thief and Burglery Sections.