Train like you fight, says the Army. I thought I understood what that meant, right until the Sargent blew my brains out.
I know I'll get back — my unit is the best, and the gates of Hell aren't far — but to what body? And in what war?
I don't know. But I trust the Sarge.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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