Blood, Steel & Guns

Life begins as before, a series of circles drawn on the napkin in the dining halls of our forebears. We stand as mere pawns in the machinations of the rich and powerful.

The ink that flows from their pens as the decisions get made will impact the lives of future generations. You see it, but you can't do anything, you speak but no words get said, you cry as the inequity of your being washes over you.

War isn't won on the battlefield, it isn't the blood and sweat of young men that wash out like tides in the ocean. It's money, it's power, it's guns, metal, and cold hard cash that decides who lives and who dies.

You see it every time you look at his face, four-star General, U.S. Naval Division. A man you feel nothing towards, constantly overseas, underwater, and usually in the lap of another woman who wasn't your mother.

You are the General's Daughter, his property, his goddamn right of ownership sign and sealed with the spilling of seed at some drunken Naval retreat 24 summers ago, and this is your story.