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I have seen death's face in many places from Saigon to An Loc, to the DMZ: not by virtue, but luck, he did not see me. The others who fell in those self-same places, he surprised and snatched away too slow to flee: by the dumbest of luck, he did not take me. Now they are the forgotten dead and I am old and weary and worlds from Saigon An loc or the DMZ: my time and luck are running out and slowly he turns his face toward me.   ~mce
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
No Escape
I have seen death's face in many places from Saigon to An Loc, to the DMZ: not by virtue, but luck, he did not see me. The others who fell in those self-same places, he surprised and snatched away too slow to flee: by the dumbest of luck, he did not take me. Now they are the forgotten dead and I am old and weary and worlds from Saigon An loc or the DMZ: my time and luck are running out and slowly he turns his face toward me.   ~mce
mike-essig
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
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