Wednesday, October 14, 2015

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It’s fortunate the rain had ceased early this warm November day.
I glance at my watch: 12: 27; “Lancer” and “Lace” are on their way.
I see Lee in his sniper’s perch. I still wonder if he’ll get this done.
I stand on the grassy knoll. Beneath my jacket, I touch my gun.
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John F. McCullagh
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