Death seeks me here. It is not a fitting end for a warrior. I have hidden from it for years as I plied my violent trade. I have seen blood across many battles but these microbes do not belong in my world. There is no honor in this battle. Still I realize I must fight these tiniest of microbes in this largest of battle fields. The ghost of my past are welcoming my end but it is not over yet. I have found a light above this battle ground of microbes and blood.
These are not the old ways. In this battlefield we must create armies of microscopic soldiers intent to remove the toxins that invade us. When exactly they came I do not know, but they are not welcome. As we move forward in the light, the ghost of my enemies must wait to greet me. They will need patience. Death will not find me today.
Joey Feller 