I know firsthand how critical support systems are.
I used my captors names every chance I had. It was intentional, a way of reminding them that I saw them, of pegging them, of making them see me in return.
We all waited on an afterlife. Only I planned to be alive for mine.
I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.
Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.
I'm afraid of elevators, because they are an enclosed space, but I get in.