When I was lying there in the VA hospital with a big hole blown through the middle of my life, I started having these dreams of flying. I was free. Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
You want a fair deal, you’re on the wrong planet. The strong prey on the weak. That’s just the way things are. And nobody does a damn thing.
I see now. I can’t save my family by running. This is our home. This is our fortress. This is where we make our stand.