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War Torn

War Torn

‘Damn siren, just as I was dozing off,” I mutter to myself. I wearily tumble out of bed and start pulling boots and shirt on. It’s just another false alarm, like they always are.

Grabbing my gas mask and chemical gloves I head out to check the night sky while standing in our bunker. “James” flies out of the tent (I call her that because her morning hair reminds me of James Brown). We check the night sky to see if we can count the SCUD’s over head. That is when it happens: an eardrum-shattering BOOM!!!!

“Holy Shit!! We are coming under attack!!!” I bell...

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