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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.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
180 On The Killing
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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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
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