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Sep 2010
I Saw a bunch of men,
Strong yielded force.
Armed with their rifles,
ready with their course.
coursed to thrive,
Endangered their lives,
worried families,
Children and Wives.
Out on a mission,
dubbed as "The Finest".
Quest for a reason,
no particular season.
The beginning was smooth,
they had seeked the root.
never leaved their booths,
until the 'brother' was moved.
Gauntlets had to be pulled,
one by one they shoot,
terror then came,
now the mad man's untamed.
flash flood of blood,
burning hot rod,
their faces are sad,
now the red flag's mad.

Crisis -flopped,
Hostage was flat.
Tried their mights,
Aug 23 -- Daylight.
August 23, Daylight (c) Sept 17 2010 jcjuatco
Jowlough
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Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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