"Americans," the voice sounded through the crowds and arose up through the mall to the glass sky above.

"It's time we took back our country. It's time to turn our backs on the war."

"Bring our sons and husbands and fathers back to our soil. Bring our daughters and wives, our mothers back home."

Jasper nodded because he understood.

"Bring them back from a useless, capitalistic-minded war."

He pulled himself up to as tall as he once stood. He spun on his one heel and swung and thumped, swung and thumped away.