Sunday, April 17, 2011

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I threw my only hope of survival. All around me, houses collapsed, and buildings crumbled like so much sand. The pin dropped, and the grenade took flight. Fires raged, and bullet chatter was everywhere. I grabbed on tight to my only other hope of survival, my rifle and fought on. "Fight on!" came the command. I raised my gun and fired.

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