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death military sadness shortstory

This a short story that I wrote awhile ago. I've been wanting to post it, but wasn't sure. 
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2 soldiers got on that field. 2 soldiers left, 1 alive, and 1 dead. See how the after affects have taken ahold of that soldier's life.All Rights Reserved

death military sadness shortstory

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