Million dollar missiles (ed. Paul)

[Erthona]

Million dollar missiles
 
Million dollar missiles
used to kill individual fighters:
a high price to pay
for a human life. 
 
Remember the old days
when life was cheap?
Good times then,
good times!
 
–Erthona
 
©2014

[maximumjake]

Love the simple connection you made here. Life was indeed cheap in more ways than one.

I like the musket era. You had to melt down and die cast mold the individual musket balls. Makes shooting someone so much more personal. 

[Erthona]

Thanks MJ. I like your new avatar.

dale

[maximumjake]

awwwww shucks, thanks.

[Tiger the Lion]

Well said. I'm stuck on 2 very small nits below. I could be wrong about both so let me know.

Million dollar missiles
 
Million dollar missiles
used to kill individual fighters:
a high price to pay
for human life.  -- maybe "a human life" as you said "individual"


Remember the old days
when life was cheap?
Good times then, I almost want the last two lines to be one. Something in the vein of "Those were good times" I understand the matter-of-factness is essential.
good times!
 
–Erthona
 
©2014

Good read. Just those couple of questions.

[Erthona]

Thanks Paul,

I'll take the first as it is a single life. Afraid I'll have to disappoint you one the second one.
I don't usually repeat myself, but in this case dialect wins out. When I was young, they still had country stores, which was also the post station, and the gas station. They had your smokes and beer. Usually there would be 2 or 3 old guys sitting, smoking or chawin' toe-bac-ee and drinking coffee. If you ever saw "Green Acres" or "Petticoat junction", these places looked a lot like Mister Drunker's store, pickle barrel and all, although no train. When anybody talk of the past with fondness, or even without the response would be "good times brother, good times", or something similar. I won't go into the rational for using that, but that's where it came from. 

Dale