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DISSOCIATION The noise was so loud that I buried myself deeper; Deeper into my foxhole. Shit! what a strange thought I just had. Why are they called foxholes? Bang - the sky lit up and illuminated everything around in a dreary light where everything is pale, and shapes of things have no form. The stench of the gunpowder, acrid, rushed into my nostrils. Shit, shit, shit! they're coming again. Rapid small fire fills the air. Fix bayonets - FIX BAYONETS I hear a voice yell. arnie, ARNIE, wake up, WAKE UP! What the fuck are you talking about? I'm here, and I'm awake, and suddenly realize I'm not there anymore. I'm at home, safe - it's July 1st fireworks - it was so darn real. I was there with the old ghosts. I can't escape it, When old ghosts come out to play. |
Additional Notes:
Canada celebrates its independance on July 1st which is a National holiday.
Dissociation is spelled correctly. It's a psychiatric term. Most people think
it's spelled disasociation.
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