8/21/09

Peace, my definition

I stood on top of that hill, watching the beautiful valley floor below me, seeing the enemy advance. This is god's country, I thought to myself. "Evan, move to their right flank, over" I chimed on the headset. Orders received, plans set in motion. Enemy in range. One last deep inhale of the natural air, barrels raised. I don't want to go home.

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