January 24, 2008
I am a soldier.
On the battle field.
Waiting and watching.
I know what I must do.
Standing up I fire shots into
the smoke and debris flying
around me.

Suddenly I feel like I’m flying.
Cutting through the air.
I feel strong, untouchable, like I will never stop.
Then all at once I come to a complete halt.
I lay on the ground dust whirling around me.
Never to move again.

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