Ripe for Peace

And he thought:

I don't like anyone to watch me when I write home. I don't know why I think this - but I imagine I must be making faces that could easily be interepreted as weak. I'm not an actor...Am I weak? Who here isn't? I don't see much difference in any of us, covering up the same thing, this consuming fear of death. Heros? What makes a hero? Maybe a Hollywood contract. It's an act, we're all actors, but no one will pay to see the show. Will I ever go home? They exchanged my home [like a hat] at the door for a small piece of paper with a number representation.