“Grandpa, what did you do in the War on Terrorism?” “I was a warblogger, honey.” “Did you carry a gun, Grandpa? Did you fly a jet? Did you drive a tank?” “No, not really honey. Lots of warbloggers had guns, though.” “Were you in the Army or The Navy? Nope, none of those honey. I stayed home the whole time. I never even saw an enemy unless it was on television or the Internet. “What good was a warblogger, Papa? You didn’t kill anybody?” Geinig….
Somewhere in the suburbs: July 4, 2035
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