Write four lines of prose about: memories of war.
Screw you, sleep - I'm getting this done early tonight.
I've got a two hour, help with the opening rush, shift at the bakery tomorrow morning and then the rest of my day will be taken up with chores around the house and yard, I suspect. But hey, maybe it'll rain enough that I won't be able to do yard stuff?
One can hope, I suppose...
I was never daring, dashing, courageous, nor bold. I just did exactly as I was told.
Now you want to give me a medal, throw a parade, start up the band! All because I was foolish enough to lose a hand in a foreign land...