“Leave the battlefield
Yet its horrors never heal
Coming home from war
Pieces don’t fit anymore”
Hint: No, he really isn’t fine.
My sorry attempt at trying to illustrate little Jack’s PTSD. Which I believe he has. I mean, he fought in a war against machines slaughtering men, women, children, even babies, slaughtering every human being in their sight, and he’s probably seen his fair share of bodies. This has been inspired by the above mentioned song (Confusion by Metallica, which is an amazing song if you ask me!) as well as some recent RP I’ve had with amazing people.
The football jersey he’s wearing? Guess he wasn’t the Quarterback or Running Back after all, but rather offense line according to the number he was given. But the 76 pun was just too good to pass up. It was also the only goddamn piece of clothing in his old room that still fit him. All his other shirts were simply a lot too small. Guess that’s what you get for joining the SEP.
Also the Bloomington High School does actually have a football team called Purple Raiders. I didn’t pick the colors for their jerseys. They did.
Special guest: His mom, who’s a super sweet and loving person, I bet.