TABLE OF CONTENTS Jimmy woke up to the sound of the small alarm clock going off. Glancing at the clock he noticed that it was 6:30 in the morning. He was due to report to the ship for his next cruise early this afternoon, but until then he would relax. The apartment he lived in was small with very few furnishings because Jimmy had no real intentions of being in this location much longer. In fact, today might very well be the last time he ever slept in this bed. He smiled to himself. The time was almost here.
Rolling over in bed, he reached across his pillow to the nightstand and grabbed the remote to the small television that sat on an old milk crate against the far wall. The small box flashed on as he pressed the power button. Scrolling through the channels, he stopped momentarily on Headline News Network, watching intently as the anchorwoman went over the details of the chaos in Iraq. On his screen were the images of Iraqi men and women standing in the street protesting the presence of the United States military forces in their country. Jimmy began to feel that warm electricity flow through his veins as his anger started to flare.
The scenes on the old set streamed across his vision in a torrent, feeding the intense white flames that burned inside his heart. These bastards should not be there, he thought to himself angrily. There is no justification for...
