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The sight was sickening.  I looked out the window at the corpse.  It wasn’t like TV.  It was reality and it made my stomach turn.  I wasn’t desensitized in the least as I looked upon one of God’s children called home in violent manner.  I had to turn away and go out to the kitchen.  I pulled out a bottle of Dr. Pepper and located a bottle opener.  I sipped the soda and reflected on the sight I just saw.  I began to think that it might well be time for me to get out of the city.  I didn’t even feel fear—only disgust.  It was a jolt of awareness of my own mortality.  It made me realize that I was gonna have to make a move and make it soon. . .

stomach wretched at sight

another fallen soldier

in battle of life