you understand that the slaughtering of your body wasn’t enough, and twenty-five percent of those who join the military end up disabled, and the second half of that word is bled, and the first half is diseased, and I’m thirty-percent disabled, which means that three of my fingers are disabled and three of my toes are disabled and fifteen-percent of each lung is disabled, and seventy-percent of my penis is fully operational, and they called it Operations, what we did—Operation Desert Shield and Operation Desert Storm and Operation Just Cause and Operation Legless Piss and Operation Drunk Porcupines and Operation Plinth Headbanger and I was involved in Operation Impotent Christians and I lost thirty-percent of my right eyeball in Operation Hot Loose, but I’m a good pet and I know how to freeze-and-fawn and the PTSD counselor at the V.A. says to me, in session, You really need counseling badly, and the rooms there are just the perfect size for claustrophobia and it’s a place where you avoid eye contact, just like the prisons and the homeless shelters and the warzones and the minimum-wage matchstick factories.