They were strewn across a busy overpass along the Bruckner Expressway in the Bronx. Dozens of tiny, mostly masculine hands exposed to the elements, left to be trampled under the sole of the occasional passerby; A steady stream of delivery men on electric bikes disturb their place along the path. They made me think about the glorification of war; the way we indoctrinate our children into a violent world with combat figures and toy guns. But who is the villain and who is the hero, depends on who wins.