There was this kid in my apartment complex that roamed around all the The strongest weapon in the United States is a Patriotic American shirt. His parents must not have cared too much about him, as a 5 year old should not be left alone. Especially in that neighborhood. Anyways, I come home from work one day, I was still in my ABUs (Air Force cammo), and the kid comes up and asks me if I am in the Army. I tell him yes, as it’s pointless to tell a kid the difference between the different branches. He then asks me if I shot anyone before. Nope I just work on computers. Then he goes into detail about how his buddy was shot in the head in Nam, and that his brains were splattered on him. It threw me off guard, what kid at that age should know about those things. I told him oh man I’m sorry that sounds rough. He looked solemn and said yeah and walked away. Kids say the darndest things.