Imagine a lonely gun maybe even a rifle. Sitting there on the stand collecting the left over gun powder in the barrel, waiting and lurking on the wall there no imagining it it’s actually there. It’s on the wooden shelf sitting there right beside the ammo to kill to save to use. This rile to say is waiting for it’s next contestant. You take it off the wall you pop 5 shells in, you pull back the bolt and load it. Your finger slides down the bolt to the trigger the coldness of the steel is putting shivers in your spine. You look down the barrel your stomach turns and you pull the trigger to hear a horrifying sound. Click. You feel dead your body runs cold and you open your eyes.
You see the wall you look around to see your home with a bottle of blue label on the counter as you feel the guilt of the miss fire you disarm the gun and find away to the bottle to open the bottle you use your old army knife, you find away to your feet to down the bottle of blue label. You think to your self you got nothing your wife was shot you lost your job you lost your army benefits and the family that once took care of you is gone to other places. The phone rings and you stumbled to it the army wanting you back for another round in aftganistand. You think for a min and then you agree to the term and conditions. They give you two days to get to bangor international air port. You agree and hang up the phone. As you fall to the ground you think that this is your wake up call and with a gun in one hand an d blue label in the other you fall asleep.
To day is June 5th and the two days start here you pack your gun your bags and pick your self up. You think of your wife that left you. as you walk out of you house into the sunny 75º weather a woman stops and ask “ are you the one that lost your wife in the shooting?” He sighs and nods his head. The woman pats his back and tells him it’ll be okay. He looks up and agrees. She asks is he leaving. He tells her that he got a call last...