A Game To Kill Poem by Clark Peary

When I was 15, my father asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now when you tell your father you want to be a Twitch Streamer playing Black Ops and Battlefield on your PlayStation for a living, you can expect one of many different responses from your old man. One, a slap across the face to set you straight, and two, well I guess I'll never know. You see, my father not only was a lawyer and a politician, he had also been a sky man, squadron 144 at MacDill, Flew missions over Vietnam. So Professional Video Game Player did no live up to his expectations. And I have never seen him happier and prouder as to when I told him I'd be following in his footsteps as a pilot, flying not bombers, but drones.