It's not the end! Forget what I said that fucking

letter says, I'm not going over. I'm not crossing

oceans for them. It's not defense and I wont let the

business of making new Soldiers roll over our making

promises. Well tell them I was only joking when I said

all those things I swore I meant at the time, either

joking or lying. So better the stateside than brave

the great desert divide, The whole ride over I was

growing wings and better the road stretched ahead than

the cheap threat of me stretched out dead. What's to

think over? Just grab your fucking things. They'll be

no statewide searches for some AWOL stateside kid like

me. I swear it'll just be a few weeks of hotel rooms

and diner food, or face the new american exchange of

one rifle for every wife I'll lose. Listen! I've been

thinking we'll take all we've got and i can dodge the

draft and you can quit your job. and we'll make these

fuckers catch me if they want me. They'll find me a

fighter after all. So better the stateside than brave

the great desert divide . sound the sirens for a long

drive. better the days in for weeks than the days away

in the desert streets, so sound the psalms of retreat