Nathan

Dick Cheney sensed his soul behind him, even though the soul had made no sound in the brush. Cheney said, "So this is what it's like, to shoot a man." His soul nodded. "This is what others went in my place to do in Vietnam." His soul nodded. "This is what I have sent others to do time and again. What they're doing right now." His soul nodded. "And this is what it looks like in close-up, even without ripped up guts and arms missing and other shit, right." His soul nodded, for Cheney's soul could not speak, he could only be present, to remind Dick Cheney that even he, indeed, once had a soul.