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14 Minutes

by nickarmbrister

The civilian islanders living on Guam have only 14 minutes to flee North Korean missiles. What will they do when the enemy birds are fired? So few minutes to get to the shelter. Will the shelter be enough to protect them? Nobody will know what type warhead the missiles carry. Not till it detonates and unleashes devastation. Some people don’t care about the threat. They chill out at the beach surfing or reading. Or go to a barbeque and drink ice cold beer. And go to a club with a pretty lady and dance close. Who cares about a fat madman’s threats? If he fires a single missile it will either miss or be splashed. Then his nation will be reduced to ash and rubble. North Korea failing to exist except only in memory. Adding to the list of dictators and regimes that were fucking insane. This latest one targeting Guam due to the American base
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122 / Two-Spirit / earth
Published
Apr 5, 2020
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1m
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#target#island#war
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