

MoraleM16 in hand the smoke rises around me. Blood of my brother on my very hands the jungle is hot. So hot feels as if cotton is stuffed into my nostrils. My ears are still ringing. Provides relief from the chaotic blasts whizzes and pops of nearby gunfire. My hearing is back. The chaos returns. God the noise. It never stops. Driving my brain insane every second my mind is so vacant, so void, so cold blooded. I don’t even think of what I do anymore. No one cares that I’m here. That my best friend has just died in my arms, no one cares. Shrieks of a man calling for a medic engulf my consciousness Firing my weapon I hear the cry the consMorale
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~ Alicia the DawgPainter
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~El0ra
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~Elora
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