One minute,
he's passing out candy
to the local children
and within an hour
he's ********* his M4,
spitting lead at hostiles,
dialed into killing them.
It's no wonder he got inked
with dual scorpions,
one on each arm,
before he rotated
back home.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
One minute,
he's passing out candy
to the local children
and within an hour
he's ********* his M4,
spitting lead at hostiles,
dialed into killing them.
It's no wonder he got inked
with dual scorpions,
one on each arm,
before he rotated
back home.
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