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Apr 2015
I told myself,
when I got in-country,
I'd fake it,
act like a saint,
do enough
just to survive.
'Cause in reality,
I didn't really want to hurt
anybody.
Well, so I thought.
When I heard my first explosions,
felt a few whooshes,
experienced some automatic rounds
whizzing
just overhead,
so close,
nearby,
I thought
what the ****,
I want some blood,
those ******* are
really trying to ruin
my ******* day
by killing me.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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