"I heard gunshots outside my window."

That was the writing assignment. "I heard gunshots outside my window." I thought for a while about the assignment, and reflected back on a time when I would regularly hear gunshots outside my window and what a glorious time that had been. It has been so long since I had my own weapon and ammunition that I'd almost forgotten what it was like.

Now, today, decades have passed and with it much of my fire, my verve. Would I have the energy to do what we did then, the passion and commitment? Or would I sit back and wait, hoping that *somebody* would do *something* to make it better, but knowing it would not be me to do it.

I don't think these times call for gunshots outside my window - I don't think the type is ripe for revolution.

But how would I know, for sure? I am the Premier of our country, now, and have been since the overthrow. If I heard gunshots outside my window, it is likely the people would be coming for me.

So, when my son comes again to me with his assignment, to write a story that starts "I heard gunshots outside my window," and asks me what it was like, how should I answer him?

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