Friday, November 22, 2013

Saving Our Republic

I have been to the jungles so thick with hard woods and vines our machetes became nicked from trying to cut it through. Tolerating swarms of mosquitoes, wading through putrid swamp waters as poisonous snakes swam by. Sleeping in humid jungle so thick that even in daylight the light was colored dark green; the night so dark and ominous with every creature found in nightmares coming out to feed. The humidity like a smothering blanket that quickly turned steel to rust.