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The other day I was talking to the dog about life. At my fossil age, most people just tune me out like a rerun of midget wrestling....unless they want to borrow my lawn mower or something. But, my dog listens and analyzes. I told him how people totally amaze me nowadays. They flow by in their respective herds with their oriental made electronics fused to their skulls like some kind of umbilical connection to their womb world of Facebook where their cronies and friends always need to know which corner they're at or what they are eating at the moment.  

     Now the video gamers have evolved into another species altogether. They spend hours in their mind boggling worlds of mayhem, combat, destruction with arenas full of napalm barfing dragons and fire farting unicorns. Here, they are always the hero and control their destiny by way of their Asian made controllers and joy sticks. But, from time to time, the real world will give them a wakeup call. In their country's time of need, many of these video hardened warriors will unite under the a sense of loyal solidarity and enlist in the military to do battle under their revered flag. A noble and praised decision that has been honored and revered for 240 years in this country.  

     Boot camp will help them to become invincible, and with their noble suits of Kevlar armor and their mighty MK-18 carbine blasters, they will soon stand on the battlefield as super warriors ragging battle with the inferior enemy known as the Sand Mutants of the Afghan wasteland. Then, the first shot is fired, followed by explosions and then screaming. Men are bleeding, flesh and bone becomes fragile. Theses magnificent warriors quickly look down and find they have no controller and joy stick. Nor is there a pause or exit button. It is real time and has no levels or scores. Who do they tweet, or text? Phone or befriend? They lumber on in this surreal world of carnage, horror, disorder and confusion from one retched day to another, until they are finally sent home, mostly intact. A short time later, they stand in the long line at the VA to be bestowed with the title of PTSD, (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). The highest level for a video warrior.  

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