My life is short with a specific goal. I won’t live very long. Some would argue that all lives are short when compared to the whole timeline of the universe… true. We’re all but a drop in a vast ocean and can rarely – that single drop – affect the course of that body of water… but in comparison to you, the reader, my life is very short. Hell, even those in the Middle Ages lived longer than me. I know, I’m salty, but you would be salty if you had a goal like me. Not to mention my upbringing. I was never abused, no one would hit me for obvious reasons, but I did hear darkly depressing statements.
This all was originally spoken in Hebrew, but I translated to English because I am mostly American, “How many of these will it take?”
“No idea, but it doesn’t matter. These damn things aren’t effective. They only kill nine or ten at a time. What we need, really need, is a ground invasion.”
“Yea, get in there and slaughter them. We’ll show them!”
Some people disagreed with these statements, while working on my construction. Those individuals were considered sympathizers and quickly removed from the production facility due to security concerns. They weren’t fired, just allocated to a less vital function. Can’t have my guidance system go haywire and hit an Israeli launch site. Either way, it is a complex issue with multiple facets of concern. I just wish I had been constructed in one of those western countries. Those guys have the life and live a lot longer.
Me, well, I first gained consciousness sixty two days ago. Today, I am flying towards my next destination on my own, a small house in the middle of a neighborhood. Rockets flew from that area in the early morning which made it a target. Sadly, I am happy that it was an early morning strike that took no Israeli lives. I mean, I am glad no one died. I am sad that I have to kill… there is no doubt that I will take lives. I was happy because of the time of the strike. If it hadn’t been in the morning, I wouldn’t have seen the sunrise in my pathetically short existence.
The wind is cool, a breeze is carrying salt water from the Mediterranean Sea. This marks the first time I have experienced salt in my air – it matches my demeanor. Basking in the sun and wind made me lose track of time. It is now, and I can see my target. Great, two children are playing in the yard. I hate my—