Ten
[The weeks had brought several unsuspected events (good and bad) that Achilles was taking into account into discovering who he really was (the ruptured tendon a strong enough clue). There was a clear sense of knowledge on his part to worlds and times he felt more akin to. It was why film was so important, not only to do it right, but to understand this past that he was starting to piece together. A time where heroes were something of record, when blood was the mark you carried of the wars you'd fought and the lives you'd plundered.
There was a time he'd waded knee deep in blood, a river of bodies and a temper he couldn't control.]
I met a man today that lost his limbs in reward for his services during Vietnam.
He was on the side of the road begging for money.
Something about that scene unnerves me. It's an outrage and a disgust that he gets no more recognition than a cardboard sign and an empty hand.
There was a time he'd waded knee deep in blood, a river of bodies and a temper he couldn't control.]
I met a man today that lost his limbs in reward for his services during Vietnam.
He was on the side of the road begging for money.
Something about that scene unnerves me. It's an outrage and a disgust that he gets no more recognition than a cardboard sign and an empty hand.