Years Ago
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Ongoing8m
Last published Wed, Feb 25, 2015
I used to be normal. I used to. Now I live a life of fear and uncomfort. Never stopping to breath in the nice summer air without sensing my surroundings and who is there and what they are doing. I am Scott Harrison and I did not survive the Iraq military base. My old self and body died back there along with a lot of my squadron. I am a new man. I have a new future and fate. I have a new life ahead of me. But back to my adventure. I was 25 years old. I was engaged. The year was 2019. I was a U.S. Marine, being transported to Iraq for a attack that should of finished the World War 3. But it caused lives beyond thinkable.
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