Jack of Harts

I remember an old saying.  Join the military, meet new and interesting people, and kill them.  I never wanted that as a boy.  I don’t really want that now either.  I’d really like to sit back and party and never pick up a gun again.  But another old saying comes to mind.  It’s about eternal vigilance and liberty or freedom or something like that.  Point is, good guys have to be ready to keep the bad guys on the other side of that door.  Or…you know…two meters under.