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That would have been it but the bullet whizzed past your head like a missed invitation with death and co. Some weren't so lucky if luck it was or maybe some god had other plans for you and not be wasted on some foreign field. You lit a cigarette not easy with a shaking hand and unsure if you'd filled your pants or sweat your skin off to a deep dampness. Her photograph was in the pocket near to your thumping heart. That was a close thing and you could still hear that bullet passing by and saw some other fall dead from the corner of your shook up eye.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
Near Miss 1944.
That would have been it but the bullet whizzed past your head like a missed invitation with death and co. Some weren't so lucky if luck it was or maybe some god had other plans for you and not be wasted on some foreign field. You lit a cigarette not easy with a shaking hand and unsure if you'd filled your pants or sweat your skin off to a deep dampness. Her photograph was in the pocket near to your thumping heart. That was a close thing and you could still hear that bullet passing by and saw some other fall dead from the corner of your shook up eye.
TerryCollett
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
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