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I'd dreamed, about and practiced, this maneuver, what must have been thousands of times before, but nothing could ever truly prepare you for the reality of being under fire. Shrapnel and gunfire seem to come from all directions, and in the midst of it all, I only had to hover over a small clearing, just three feet off the ground, in what can only be described as less than optimal weather conditions. But all of that is nothing when you stop to think that the lives of seven brave soldiers were dependent on it. My heart was absolutely beating faster than sound of the rotor spinning above.
No one would ever have guessed; they were night and day. Those six little words would change, and also explain, everything. He couldn't help but feel they were somehow connected, but he'd never imagined it to be true, and certainly not like that!
I've been trying to find my 'word' for some time now, and I think I've finally narrowed it down to two in particular. I've struggled with various things throughout my life and I wanted to get a word of inspiration tattooed on my wrist to help keep me going when I'm struggling. I can't decide whether it should be strength or courage, but I think both are really great choices. Perhaps I should get them both?
If she didn't know any better, she'd swear she had swept the floor twenty times already today. Each and every time she'd felt like Cinderella, only minus the Prince Charming and happily ever after. The only thing she'd ever have to look forward to were the 7 hours of unconsciousness every night.
This makes me want to find the origin of this word. Why chain? There's no chain involved. Guess keycircle doesn't quite have the same ring to it, huh? I guess keythingamabob must have already been taken. Keychain was the next to the next to the next best thing!
"Be strong." What does that mean? Is that when you manage to not fall to your knees and weep like a child? Is that when you keep your chin up and pretend that nothing happened? Aren't they really telling you do is be delusional? One can't BE strong in times such as this; to say that what he did was wrong would be a severe understatement.
To say that she looked ragged would be a gross understatement. Lena was a downright mess. Who wouldn't be after what she'd been through? A lesser person would never have survived. But not Lena, she was as tough as they come.
I take the easiest route; it's who I am. Why would I want to make things any harder than they already are? Where's the value in being a better person or challenging yourself if no one ever seems to notice anyway? As far as John is concerned, I'm the Devil reincarnated.
If it wasn't for the dusty, old card catalog left in the corner, you'd never have guessed this used to be a library. And most would never guess the memories that something so boring as a library could hold for one, but this was more than just an old library; this was where my old high school used to hold the Junior Prom each year. This was where Carl had broken my heart.
The library was the last place I expected to see him. I mean, he's not known for his academic achievements, but there he sat. I pretended not to see him there and walked over to the table at the far end of the room. The last time we were eye to eye, he'd just
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