Patrick: It’s been a long time. (Komodo enters the room)
Komodo: I’d say doc. It’s been about a year or so.
Patrick: Where’d they send you off to now? North Korea? Somalia?
Komodo: I was in Somalia, in support of the American troops.
Patrick: You know, the entire time I’ve known you. I’ve always wondered. Why do they call you “Komodo.”
Komodo: Nothing was ever given to me, even my name. I earned it. When I was in Ramadi, Iraq I always dropped my enemies with one shot, or one hit. Like the Komodo dragon, one bite is lethal enough to take down its enemies. The Komodo dragon has bacteria in its mouth and it stalks its prey once it bites them knowing they will succumb to death. I pretty much did the exact same thing with every enemy that I didn’t kill with the first shot.
Patrick: Yet another thing I didn’t know about you. It’s been a long war ya know. No one believes in what we’re fighting for. Sometimes….I feel like we’re a lost cause. I don’t think the world will ever be at peace.
Komodo: War is everlasting Patrick. Peace is a seldom practice. As long as there are humans there will always be fighting. We always have to find ways to categorize one another. Being black, being white, being brown, being pale, it gives us all the more reason to fight one another. If we all just referred to each other as people rather than Americans, or British or whatever country, I’m sure we’d all be better off.
Patrick: So then, what are we fighting for Komodo? If the world will always be at war, what can we fight for?
Komodo: Everybody has their own reason for fighting. Me personally, I have no country I’m loyal to, I’m a mercenary who fights for myself. So I can free myself from nations, and propaganda. However, what I noticed is no matter what I did and how much I fought, the only freedom I found was on the inside, trapped within those boundaries.
Patrick: Komodo, I’ve known you for a long time, and you’ve been fighting ever since. Don’t you think your body will give out before your mind does? I mean warzones are no joke. The stress and pressure you put on your body must have serious repercussions for your future.
Komodo: I’ve come to accept the fact that I may not live a very long life. You waste more time thinking more about it than I do. Besides, dying in battle is a much better way of leaving this world rather than being an old man confined to a death bed.
Patrick: You know Komodo….you’re a badass. As much as a badass as you are, I’m sure some part of you must want to settle down. I mean it’s human nature to want to reproduce and start a family. You can’t fight your instincts forever. Someday you’re going to have to stop all the fighting and settle down, or you’ll get yourself killed without ever knowing what love really is.
Komodo: Tell me then Patrick. What is love?
Patrick: Love is a feeling in the heart, where you would do anything for that one person to protect him or her, or even an object that you wouldn’t mind risking your life to defend due to sentimental value. There are different types of love. Like love of a family member differs from that of a lover. But the love between man and woman….is something everyone should get to experience at least once in their life.
Komodo: Like that saying right? “It’s better to have love and to lost, than to have never loved at all.”
Komodo: I don’t think I’m worthy of that type of love.
Patrick: Haven’t you ever thought about it though?
Komodo: As much experienced as I’ve gained over the years from battle. I’ve learned to put aside my emotions and seal them away deep within my heart. If you constantly deal with battles, your heart has no time to register emotional thoughts of finding love. Plus all the wounds I’ve gotten through it helps my body keep a combat mindset rather than that of a petulant child, who thinks about love all the time.
Patrick: So you’re telling me that your body has been in enough battles that even when you’re not fighting, your body is preparing for the next battle rather than registering lonely thoughts of love in your mind and heart?
Komodo: Precisely my friend.
Patrick: I never thought about it like that. You’re well built.
Komodo: These minor wounds on my body? Ehhh they’ll buff out….(laughs)
Patrick: They look pretty serious to me….some even look like they were life threatening…..I don’t know how you do it Komodo. I just don’t think I have what it takes to take someone else’s life…
Komodo: Oh…but you do. Everyone is well capable of killing. When someone is backed into a corner, killing becomes as easy as breathing.
Patrick: You know, I always learn something new from you every day. I wonder what I’ll learn next.
Komodo: Oh the feeling is mutual. It is indeed mutual my friend.
Patrick: Everything about you is one hit, one kill. Even the words you speak…
Komodo: They don’t call me the Komodo Dragon for nothing…..