In America today, we have a problem of looking at the big picture. Not the big screen downtown in the local movie theater, but the screen of human life. In a movie once, an actor said, "life is cheap to those type of people". This was out on the back roads of Denton, Texas. Motorcycles whizzing by in the hard, pouring rain. Brad and Janet were caught flat with a bad spare tire. Brad knew he should have got that darned spare tire fixed. Yet, the overwhelming thought of pleasure led Brad, a well-mannered man, to the back roads to fulfill his manly desires. The small picture is that Brad dressed up in his tux and looking like a total dork is really what the viewer called an "asshole" in the live version of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The window shoppers driving by at midnight in Denton might have the same thoughts as Brad "life is cheap to those type of people". The degenerate of America were all lined up outside the theatre with seven dollars in hand to put on a show and take part in their right of passage. The Rocky is a very long show when watched by ones self. Yet, add some energetic sprites and the show takes on the persona of a Broadway play. The window shopp

The human body requires only four hours of sleep a day to be fully functional. The Army is firm believer in this fact. This fact must have been discovered in the German concentration camp. Sixty day on four hours of sleep a day will tear down the body, the mind and the soul. While at Desert Storm the normal routine was to get four hours of sleep a day. The problem was the choice of time one had to sleep. Either sleeping in the middle of the day in one hundred and ten degree weather, or at night with Scud missiles falling inside the perimeter. Neither option was perfect. One night sleep finally over took my body. The bad dreams still haunt the nights. The tanks rolled in and surrounded all twenty-five of us. One brave soldier with M-16 in hand against the overwhelming odd of six 115mm guns pointing at him. In his mind he knew he could defeat those soldiers single-handed. When the sun came up and my eyes finally opened, my platoon leader had all the Iraq soldiers in custody. If those soldiers on that T-72 had been looking for a fight and not food, my entire platoon would have been dead. This event happened on my watch. Is there not a limit to how many times an event can be broadcast though a person's head?

Think of the most horrifying movie ever produced. What is the answer: The Exorcist, Psycho, or Helloween? These films are no comparison to what haunts my head everyday. A decapitated head follows me around in my dreams. The image of body sucked though a hole one-fifth their size is with me whenever I open a soda pop can. Sally Suthers helps me to remember the persons starved to the brink of death. Chemical scarred bodies littering the battlefield and birds swooping down to snack from the remains of human destruction, a sit

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