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A soldier never forgets...
He never leaves the sand. As if its destined for him to stay there, and to go through Hell over and over again. He may say he's home, but he has the memories of what happend to him... he has the scares and woundes to prove what happend... His hands shake with anger and sadness. His breathing gets out of control. His heart starts to pump faster and faster. His vision becomes hazey, then blacks out. The memories of wife, kids, and friends, clams him down. But thats not enoght... Click the gun is load and ready. First his friend... Second his wife... Thrid and fourth his two kids... Fifth himself... A soldier never forgets... He never leaves the sand... Its destined for him to stay forever....
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