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- "Regardless of who you love, where you come from, what you worship, you're still human and war is your craft"
- -unkown
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- I dream of war.
- It probably doesn't seem too unusual.
- After all, many people growing up dream of being a soldier.
- They dream of being a hero.
- They dream of being a badass.
- They dream of camaraderie.
- I don't dream of those things.
- I dream of war in its true nature.
- I dream of its true face.
- I dream of its glories.
- I dream of its horrors.
- I dream of the Somme.
- I see the scorched, twisted earth, stretching all around, gouged and wounded.
- The rain is unending.
- The rain creates small rivers and streams, and they run red with blood.
- The blood pools at the bottom of the trench.
- It soaks the wrappings on my feet.
- It's so cold that I cannot even feel my feet anymore
- I see the officer, his face gaunt and bony, aged a hundred years in the mere span of two.
- How many men has he sent to their deaths?
- How many has he watched crumple and collapse in no-man's land?
- Still he persists, for it's his duty.
- He puts the whistle to his lips, and we clutch our rifles, shivering.
- OVER THE TOP!
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- I dream of Khe Sanh.
- I dream of the thick, choking jungle, that grabs my ankles and trips me up.
- The jungle doesn't want to let me pass.
- I am a foreigner, an invader.
- It wants to seize my legs and sink me deep into the mud.
- It hides my enemies.
- I can feel them watching me, from the dark nooks and crannies.
- A twig snaps, and the hair on my neck stands straight.
- Eternities pass, and a life left behind flashes before my eyes.
- The ambush is sprung.
- I hear the sergeant scream.
- CHARLIE IN THE TREES!
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- I dream of Afghanistan.
- The sun is hot, hotter than anything I've known before.
- It speaks to me, threatens to scorch me, to burn me to ashes.
- The sand and the mountains, offer no respite.
- This is not Russia.
- I am not welcome here.
- The lead vehicle in the convoy, the BTR, is hit by a rocket.
- I dismount, and run to it.
- The men inside are still alive.
- Screaming.
- Burning.
- I can smell their flesh burning.
- They cry for their mothers before the flames snuff them out.
- One way or another, this place will burn me, too.
- I was sent here a man.
- I will leave here as ashes.
- ZA RODINU!
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- I dream these terrible dreams.
- I feel the pain.
- I feel the terror.
- I awaken.
- I feel empty.
- Why did I have to wake up?
- I want to sleep again.
- The only time I am alive is when I am asleep.
- When I am dreaming.
- It's all I want now.
- More than anything.
- To sleep - perchance, to dream.
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