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INTESTINAL FORTITUDE We approached the tiny village our unit intended to clear. Screams of a little girl raced toward us as we drew nearer. Horror on a little face, entrails of her intestines hanging out. God a war is hateful, what in hell is this ugliness all about? Our big-hearted point man jumped up to go out to help her. "NO STAY BACK" the order but his heart could not endure... He ran to help her anyway and into her pocket she reached in. She exposed a smile and hand-gernade with her teeth she pulled it's pin. Their blood, the bones and flesh together splintered into space. It caught all of us off-guard as terror splattered in our face. Her guts exploded on his heart and mingled with smoke filled air. Among remains of two young teens who died for their countries there. She probably was once innocent with a father, a mother and life. He was too, for he was my friend who never chose to leave his wife. I still puke my guts as I recall the fortitude in her evil smile. A hateful war made her live, to fight, to die, in warlike-ugly V.C. style. |
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