Friday Must Have Been Wearing Camouflage Comments

I did not hear nor perceive it in any way, then glancing at my watch, there it was, a soldier plunging a bayoneted deep in my chest, then twisting the rifle to spill as much blood as possible on the wasted year, wasted decades, while I aged.

I stare with that confused, unbelieving visage of a combatant, arm shot off lying beside him on the sand.Friday, how can that be? It was Saturday just yesterday.I was young, had things to do. Dates to attend. Many jokes to recount to lipstick that would spread across a lovely visage in mirth.
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