Aim High: Science Fiction

The kids were taught to aim high, towards the brain, but even though the aliens' brains were larger proportionally than ours, it was still a tough shot. And if you missed, and the alien saw you, they locked on. Then you were dead, brainlocked, or really, really lucky. And people only got lucky once--none of that dashing rebel dancing about the enemy business in this war. If it could even be called a war. The old folks sometimes called it that, but to us young 'uns, it was just life. Living in the swamp, raiding towns for food or growing what could be grown under heavy cover, and killing the aliens when they tried to get into the bayou. They knew--

Inspiration: These two Strib headlines: "Shooting outside dorm rattles U of M" and "Kids taught to aim high."
Story Potential: Low
Notes: Nothing original or particularly interesting here.