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73 Stand To I was half buried deep in the forest when the bombs started to drop. Not that I was scared or nervous. The bombs started to drop far away from me, in a city by the coast, where all the luxurious targets go to die. At least they would be tan, well-fed. I was half buried, deep in the forest within a thicket no tank would undertake, and I had a helmet on my head. I was out on the perimeter, weapon facing the enemy whom I knew at any time could lunge over the wires and stick their bayonets into my thicket like it were harvest time. No movement this morning.We have been waiting for hours to hear something we weren’t supposed to ever hear, should the right people have been paying attention atop their towers in the city by the coast.They will get theirs when the bombs start to drop? No.Those people are well-trained, will walk toward the fallout shelters sixty feet below the surface.They’ll be all right. Children will be playing in the parks tomorrow, everyone fed and watered, good cattle.This is a typical day in the service of my country. ...

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