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Mar 2014
We marched in circles for hours on end,
carried massive amounts of weight
in all weather conditions,
& all I could think about
were the beaches back home,
crystal-sands,
*** runners & bikinis.

But, such nice thoughts
kept me going.
Slogging through the mud,
the burning sun,
sleet & snow
with twenty-seven
pounds of ammunition
& my machine gun
was still not much fun.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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