Re: Grave of the Fireflies

I started flying when I was 15 by throwing three paper routes each day...but I became sick from the ink in the paper... I wonder if it was lead? In any case, I did get my license when I was 19 or 20 while I was in the military. It was at this same time though...while I was training to be a murderer that I found that flying was my element... My whole life before flying had been glorious but when I was flying...everything else was not important...and because everything else was not important...the world viewed me differently...she gave me gifts...

I only fly to heaven and back today...and there are so many things that are important for me now...only the world doesn't know me... I take from her..but I know she can not love me... I am a stranger to the ground...