Fear

This war is bigger than all of us, almost too big to even understand.  A war where winning feels like losing, and losing means you're dead.

I've been to Peru, Columbia, Somalia, Bosnia, Iraq twice, and Afghanistan amongst other places I still can't talk about.  Those places were scary.  Funny the way things turn out.  I had to come home to learn true fear.

We were on foot, moving down Geary Boulevard when the runners showed up in force from two directions.  There were thousands of them out there in the dark, coming fast, all of them growling with each breath.  The only thing that kept us alive were the choke points that forced the runners to bunch up and the lax Rules of Engagement.  They came at us from doorways, around corners, out of cars, even through windows.  We were armed to the teeth and cleared hot on anything that moved. 

They are the living dead.  We are the dead living...