В СССР всё спокойно. Московскую Академию наук не волнует, является ли параллелограмм трапецией.
And I can see me there
on the battlefield, where nowadays
robots, I’m told, rank and move
with the regiment and it’s not so much a field
with two sides charging as a zone in which
every bit of live body heat is fair game,
where we’re all programmed for peace
until a voice echoes in our helmet that
we should fire at will. And fire we will,
all of us, and I think I’d be good
at staying willing, at letting each little
hit happen because there, it’s happened
and isn’t it little?
Yes
I’d be such a good soldier. For
when the fire came back at us, too
and you fell next to me I would
forgive the firer and get on with firing
at him. I’d forget about you
and engage. I’d be okay with that.

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