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Aug 2014
Simpson had been a mechanic by trade
back home
& out here on the arid range,
he dismantled homemade bombs.
On that one particular sunny day,
one dismantled him.
We saw him disappear
in a pink cloud,
hear a loud boom &
once the smoke cleared,
the medics
picked him up
in several pieces.
It took them three body bags.
* A good buddy.
Jonny Angel
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