The Man Behind The Curtain

His car was parked out in the war zone somewhere, and he looked as if he was hesitant to exit. Maybe he was scared, or possibly nervous about what awaited him outside of it. As he exited his vehicle, he looked as if he was finally ready for war. The nerves no longer present, and his fear turned into motivation. His backpack was filled as if he was ready to be away from home for several days, but instead of food and ammunition it was filled with books. Books seemed to be his weapon of choice for this war. As he walked toward the first building, he thought of all the people who had come before him, and hoped he'd have equal success. He would enter the building and find what he was looking for. He opened the doors to a room, and the noise of other "soldiers" was heard loudly. He took the front line of the group, and sat in the front of the classroom. He realized then that he was in the hot zone. This wasn't a war he intended on losing though. He wouldn't be a victim on these battlegrounds.