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"Don't do that, it's disgusting" I said to my girlfriend as she wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"Oh don't start with me" she retorted back.
The blood stains dotted the yellow sand. "He must have gone this way", said his sgt. They kept on his trail through the scorching afternoon sun until they found the man they were searching for. The man had been linked to making bombs all over the Al Anbar province, and now the Marines were here to put a stop to it.
The blood stains dotted the yellow sand. He must have gone this way", said his sgt. They kept on his trail through the scorching afternoon sun until they found the man they were searching for.
"All systems go." She related to the captain. The first mate gave him a sorrowful look, if it was war, at least he knew he was on the right side.
A knock came at my door. I wasn't expecting any visitors. "Who could it be?" I wondered in an awkward silence.
I must have thought it over a million times before. I should want to kill her for what she did, but as I stare at her with the gun in my hand all I can think of are the good times. Not the bitter pain she left me with.
We will not falter, we will not waver, we will not fail. With the words of our president in the back of our minds we departed across the line in the sand heading to Kabul. Fear and patriotism gripped our hearts and gave us the strength to face whatever it is that lay ahead.
The stress is killing her. The eyeliner she once wore so beautifully is now a tear-smeared sad sagging story of age.
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