I see it in the way they send young men to fight over lines drawn in the dirt by men who’ve never seen a shovel, let alone a rifle. Same as Vietnam, same as Iraq—poor kids from border towns and rust belts, not private schools, dying for decisions made in boardrooms with imported marble. They call it strategy, but it’s just math: bodies versus profit, and the bodies are always the ones who can’t say no. I built towers where the steel came from wars I didn’t ask for, held together by bolts forged in other people’s blood. Don’t tell me war doesn’t have a labor cost. I’ve seen men break under less weight than a beam at noon in July.
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