a shot and a mission

Flying down the street was the silver bullet that I think ultimately hit him harder than he could handle, knocking him off his feet and to the ground.
The bullet flies. Low set, new tires, Mitsubishi Eclipse, a convertable, of course, because that would be all she'd drive.
She's that kind of girl. Speeding down the street.
I'm on the sidewalk and I give one of those glances where it is pure luck that I'm glancing in the right place at the right time and right to her - becauses she is flying - and I see as the car bullets by that she's in the driver seat smiling and I think to myself that I haven't seen that smile in about....
....a year.
That's how long it's been, hasn't it, a full year since the gun - which, may I add was already loaded in the the first place - was cocked and the safety flipped off and the trigger pulled straight by her at her former boyfriend. A crosshair was coincedentally placed dead on his heart. Funny how she works. When the bullet finally exited through his back, after piercing it's intended target, he was, in many ways, no more. That's what they'll do to you I supposse. He hasn't seen her since, doesn't want to, not after what she's done to him. Not after he took the shot. She was that cool sniper that ended everything he ever hoped and dreamed.
As I watch the bullet race by me and see her cold-as-steele-grin, the one that I'm sure is the last thing he saw before he was no more, I think to myself that it's kind of ironic that he'll now be pulling the trigger for real.
He's headed to the Marines.
Headed to war.
Sounds cool, until you really think about it, I think. Blood and guts and horror and pain. Sure, you're on an endless beach along the hottest part of the world (great for tans) and sure you get to drive a tank (great for chicks), but, c'mon, how many hearts are shot to death after somebody comes back from war, alive or otherwise? That's something that changes people.
But maybe he needs a change, I think as I'm watching the brilliant shimmer off the car as it bullets forward. Change for him is what he's looking for. Tables reversed is what he's looking for. He wants to break hearts. After being hit with a bullet once I think he got it in his head that he would be either more of a man or less of a failure if he got shot (at) by a thousand more real life bullets. That's a weird way to look at it, I think, but more or less true. He's out to prove something. Maybe that will help him feel like the first blast he took from her was actually one that he could handle. Maybe his solution, war, is the one thing that will help his broken heart feel fixed again. Doing to others what was done to you in order to feel like you're...stronger.
Maybe I'm all wrong.
Maybe I'm thinking too much.
Maybe he'll be an expert at building sand castles. That would do him good. He would need that more in his life than a jihad against him. Sand castles. Because his original castles in the sky got blown to hell along time ago.