A job was a job right?
who cared if you pushed papers or bullets.
Who cared if you drove to work in a sports car or an up-armored SUV.
Who cared if what you sold ended up in the hands of lunatics.
Who cared if you listen to the latest songs or the sound of machine gun fire
A job was a job right, if not me, then someone else would.
Its strange how people look at you when you tell them about your job. Such a simple conversation about ones work can be the ice breaker to a good conversation and even the start of friendships. Talking about the rigors of ones work or how rewarding it is in the long run with others can draw sympathy or envy...then you can imagine how people react when I get asked that question and I tell them about my job as a free lance mercenary who sells guns to third world dictators as a side job. Fun conversation that.