Imperfect Perfection

Part 2: Fuck You, Asshole

Year -4

It started just like every other day: I got up, went to school, and went to some classes. However, when I got to third period Social Studies, I noticed my teacher staring at the television with tears in her eyes. "What's going on?" I asked, as the rest of the class gathered around. She points to a news report.

"...If you're just joining us, America has been attacked. The World Trade Center was destroyed earlier this morning, as well as a portion of the Pentagon. We are also receiving reports of a fourth plane crashing in Shanksville, Pennsylvania."

"Whoa, I didn't think that was possible."

"Stills am thinks war is no more?" Johan said.

"I don't... I don't understand."

The television continued: "The first tower fell at 8:46 this morning, second at 9:03, third plane crash was at 9:37, and just moments ago, a fourth plane in Pennsylvania. President Bush was visiting an elementary school when he solemnly took the news. Reports speculate that Al-Queida, a radical Muslim extremist group led by Osama Bin Laden was behind the attacks. America may soon be at war with the Middle East, namely Afghanistan, very soon. President Bush has gone on record saying that America will not go without a fight. Troops may be mobilized anywhere from a few weeks to a few months..."

"I will definitely fight for country now. As soon as I am graduated, I ams leaves. My only regrets ams I cannot join earlier. Samson?" Johan says.

"No way, man. Fuck that, this country ain't worth dying over." I said.

"You ams disappoint me."

"Sorry, I just don't feel like I should fight it, I don't live in New York City, nobody I knew was on those planes, why should I care?"

"Because you am American. Your country was am attacked."

"Oh well, it happened."

"I am not even born in America and I will fight for her."

"Well, that's good for you."

"No patriotism?"

"Look at history: these kinds of things happen. I'll let you and the poor people do the fighting for me."

"You ams disgusting. You am spoiled."

"I'm rich, what do you want from me?"

"Money should not matter. Love for country ams what matter." Leo, listening, jumps in.

"For the record, I'll go to war with you, Johan." He says.

"And why am that?"

"Free license to kill. It's a no brainer, really. It's a win-win. I can get paid to kill anybody I want as long as they're the enemy and it's all in the name of America. I can make killing my job."

"Asides from sounding like serials killer, Leo ams wants to fight even though he am rich."

"Fine. You guys can go have fun killing bad guys. I'm going to stick with my original plan of fucking bitches and getting money." I said.

"You am shameful."

"Eh, it might be over by the time we turn eighteen anyway, so why get your shorts in a knot?"

"You do not understand, do you? Even if it is over by then, the point am to want to stand up for country in first place. Even if war is over, and you do not join military, wanting to help destroy enemy am important. People died today, Samson. People who am live in same country as you and me. These am your people. You should want to help or at least care. Just because it does not affect you personally, does not mean you should not care."