the sergeant's son

the sergeant's son  His father, a sergeant who loved his army and took it home at night, thought his son's fear of the dark was effete gave him a flashlight to use when going to the loo in the yard where darkness ruled supreme; the puny light emitted from his light didn't help much The boy sensed the horrible rats, haters of humans read to unleash the plague for  the hell of it and also bite his Willey  It struck him then and now that our light is a momentarily sudden flash, more  sensed than seen  In a world ruled by dark forces and death of all that was a beautiful, sink-to-ground to ground and become dust trampled on by his father's army  In the dark, he saw his father's black shiny car he peed on one of its wheels and felt relief  a revenge against the man who like to be  called sergeant when off duty.