XX. We Citizens

Blood stabilized, still damn low, high enough escape.

Saturday Victory Parade, we five, US, gathered BEING's television watch crowds "We're Number One" "Don't Mess With The Nation" t-shirts, flags. Troops The Nation marched Valley of Heroes. Generals rode triumphant, tanks jeeps. 

Televised spectators lined streets, cheered tanks, jeeps, lorry-load missiles, troops, troops, troops.

Music banged beer cans. Celebrate The Nation.

The Mayor, The Generals, glorious speeches laud brave men women The Nation, all teary when God-man Rep prayed soldiers The Nation dead Summer fighting.

The Armed Forces Chief Staff lightened mood announced unprecedented ratio casualties The Nation versus The Enemy.  The Nation few hundred casualties, The Enemy quarter million souls! Enemy cities smashed atoms. The Nation's warheads. Not one Enemy missile crossed impenetrable Air Defense Network (AidNet) The Nation.

Production value The Parade, The War itself, superb. Lulls live parade viewed highlight footage one-sided tank battles spectacular bombing.
    
Music and Muse upbeat. Victory Night The Apocalyptic Pancake Puppets of Weltschmerz head-line band.  Representatives small record label curious.  Find Next Big Band. Puppets music of our Day?

Watched BEING, Music, The Bakery Girl, Muse, my self reflected: television, the enormous screen. Saw us, we were: five relative young safe Citizens The City, The Nation.

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