Statement

My sweaty hands gripped my mistress, Jennifer. Standing there watching the sunset amidst the clouds of burning oil, I was amazed by the beauty of the purple glow beyond the horizon. I thought of my wife home pregnant with our first child. I wished she could have seen this...to know there are moments of beauty. Jennifer wasn’t as impressed. Cold at night and burning hot during the day, she only cared about one thing. Jennifer was there to kill. Jennifer, named after the actress Jennifer Love Hewitt, was my M16A2 rifle. I furrowed my brow and glanced down at her. In that moment, the betrayal crept back in. Our torrid relationship was one based on lies. Yet, I loved her. Just the night before we lay together in the sand as the world swirled around us. Together, we experienced a moment that would change my life forever. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind as my eyes drifted from her to the horizon and then to the team behind me. The fabric stretched as the noose pulled tight yet the pipeline of words continued. “Copy that,” I said, and we continued to move forward.