Thank you  Thank you thank you thank you 

                                               he prostrated himself  he genuflectedthanked his neighbours across the way for being nonbreeders

they understood – Thank you – thathey were too selfishthey wanted things for themselves theyd have to forego if they had kids  they wouldnt be able to afford them until they were too old to appreciateulitise them  theyd have to lockup their weapons

               Thank you

ex-military he didnt expect them to invite him to their barbecues threefour times a week maybe standing burning pits in Afghanistan Iraq gave them their desire for seared flesh rather than chemicals an such 

                                                                                            ex-military X-educated

We didn’t make too much noise last night eh?

he saw the bluelight flickering in their livingroom window 

                                                           No evidently either/or had secured gags professionallytightly

theyd greet him Semper Fi

Yah

     he didnt have a militaryGI government-issued bone in his body thawas their composite meant something significant within their cadre  he imagined somewhere on their bodies it was tattooed

                                                                                           also not a venue he supported  

he thought of themthe military in gang terms  Blood-In  Blood-Out  equivalent mentalities he quit wondering about congenial intelligence quotients IQs  lowest rungs on the helix DNA-ladder 

                                                                               pawns for RIF reconnaissance-in-force probing enemy linescombat abilities

Oorah 

         he might have heard either scream during the bluelight leakin out of their livingroom

1909, Saturday,  20  5. 23

1743,  Saturday, 17  6. 23

Peter Paul & Mary  If I Had a Hammer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGMOB2K78iM