[ WP ] A young police recruit is placed in riot gear and thrust to the front line against an escalating protest .

I think I should be hearing my fellow officers. No, I know I should be but I ca n't. I ca n't hear what I'm supposed to because of that clanging. The same clanging that woke with the birds, a pool stick broken in half thrashing itself with the force of a masked man behind it against a trash can lid. 
 
 It's irritating. I ca n't stop thinking about it. Do they think the same thing? Do they only hear our shouts, the same ones that I ca n't seem to focus on? It may be that my inexperience is showing again, but I ca n't focus. I just ca n't focus because of that God damned clanging. 
 
 I do n't want to die today. I do n't think that's too much to ask, God. I just do n't want to die. That damn clanging that's synonymous with death, that damn clanging, God. I understand, though. I understand where they are coming from, I understand they are taking on responsibilities that they feel their government did n't fulfill, I understand that God just PLEASE... Do n't let that clanging be the last sound I hear today. 
 
 I'm being pushed toward the clanging and it's growing louder, and louder, and louder. It just clangs, and we move. It clangs, and we move. Clangs... and we move.
