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A Farmer... Or a Poet

     Hey, everyone. I have had the opportunity this evening to play some more of the excellent shooter game titled Modern Combat 4: Zero Hour. I'd like to say thanks to Gameloft for making this game in such a way that a casual gamer such as myself can actually play and enjoy it, rather than getting stuck early on. I have had a ball with it. At the moment, I am on the rooftops of Barcelona, Spain, (Not Pictured above) in a pitched battle with the terrorists who have kidnapped a dignitary. This is in the 6th Chapter out of 12.
      I believe that this is about as much fun as I have had with an IOS game. As much fun as the law allows, as my Dad would say. I did have a cool moment, earlier in the evening, that I'd like to share with you guys. It happened while I was pinned down on a street in Seattle, Washington. Crouching, I was reflecting on the difficulty of my situation. A sniper above me, radar showing a group of the enemy spread out to the fore, no grenades. I couldn't really see the bunch of bad guys due to their distance and cover.
      I was suddenly reminded of one of my favorite movies, and actors, of all time. In The Rock with Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage, the two were involved in a military action on Alcatraz. Cage's character asked Connery's character if he got used to the killing. To which the old warrior replied something like this.
" In retrospect, I'd rather have been a farmer... or a poet." I thought this was a great line. The soldier is normally typecast as an ignorant, macho guy instead of a learned man, a reflective man.
      As I crouched behind a wrecked and twisted car and plotted my assault on a superior force, a grim smile played upon my lips. Softly I said, "In retrospect, I'd rather have been a farmer... or a poet."
    My wife was sitting across the room, playing a puzzle game. She glanced at me with a puzzled look and smiled tolerantly. Did she remember the movie or the line? I doubt it. If she had said something about there being $200 in the Bible in her room, I would have indeed freaked out.
     From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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