An Irish Airman Forsees his Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above:
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love:
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

As Promised

A post to satiate Writer, who might be my only reader at this point. Rock on!

• I bought a motorcycle. I decided on my 21st birthday to go buy a nice new Taurus 1911 (they're sweet, Mark, you should check 'em out) and while I was chewing the fat with the salesman I was informed they were sold out--so I found a good deal on a Kawasaki KZ650 and bought it instead. Its a 1978 with a 1980 750 motor and all the problems I could ever hope for. I need a good project anyhoo.
• I realized back in December that I am a supremely unhappy person. Its me, its you, its the planet, its politics, gun control, my spirituality--I cant get un-sad, see? I think I might be manic depressive. I decided a long time ago I can either be doped up to the eyeballs on anti-depressants forever or get over it and keep on pluggin' along. It only works to a point. Oh well, right?
• Gun news everyone should know: Taurus's new 1911 compares to Kimber 1911s in side-by-side comparisons and theyre a third of the price. There is a KRISS .45 SMG in production that reroutes muzzle force downward to reduce noticeable muzzle climb. Sad thing is I thought of this when I was 14. I saw the design and said "oh, THATS how I shouldve designed it."
• I really dont like my job. I type faster than anyone else in that building and get paid the least. I REALLY dont like jobs that dont advance based on production.
• I turned 21 and now face the gruesome reality that no one at my work will ever, ever stop telling me to go get trashed with them. For the LAST FREAKING TIME, I dont drink, dont LIKE how you all come to work with hangovers, and dont like how you get away with it and I get chewed out for NOT doing it (literally, my boss did this. I should add that I am a supremely angry person to my previous bullet point)

More to come.