[ WP ] You wear a watch that does not work .

I wear a watch that does n't work. I wear it, because time does n't exist. 
 
 We're all running out of it in this goddamned war, anyway. 
 
 The jungle is a bitch, a beautiful woman with a knife in her gown, willing to kill you the first time you turn your back on her. 
 
 I know, because it's killed me a thousand times. I am not a hero, or a coward. Just a killer. Everyone I kill is a death I die myself. 
 
 `` You okay, man? You look kinda.. distant.'' He was my best friend, my squad mate. He would be dead in three years. Cancer. He would be dead in two years, suicide. He would be dead in a week, shot by the enemy. 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` That's not an answer, man. We're going to win this war. We're goin' home eventually. You and me.'' We would go home. We would n't, and we would die here. We would escape, and he would go on to found his own store. Or he would n't, he'd hang himself, sad, sickly, morose. Even if he did, he'd still die in the nuclear explosion that'd level San Francisco to the ground. 
 
 ``...'' I did n't say anything, but he just nodded. This was life. This was death. This was heaven. This was hell. 
 
 Time did not work for me. Neither did my watch.
