War

Old Young Men

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During the Falklands War I left my best mate and went to War, at the end of the fighting we both met up again in the Capital Stanley, we were filthy bearded and had lost so much weight we didn’t recognise each other. 

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Another Morning After

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Once again, there will be another skirmish, another battle or two won, but Man’s war—our species weakness—will surge on in perpetuity.  Oh, how easy some find it to play the duplicitous card and forget the challenge to do the right thing with each other and give honesty some cred. 

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The Schizophrenia of War.

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SHEEP SHIT

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The  differnce between living and dying on the battelfield,a matter of centimeters.

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Crossfire

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Predator

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Desecrated Eyes

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