Raised
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Raised
Have you ever had that draining feeling? Kinda like you just lost something and now you’re just running everywhere; like you’re pooling around yourself on the floor? That’s what it feels like when you get clipped by a bullet from a fifty cal. Yes I lived if you’re wondering and no not by normal circumstances. I was a soldier in the U.S. Army it was my birthday and my second year as an E.O.D. I was 21 as of that day and happy to be. (E.O.D. Explosive Ordinance Disposal aka bomb boy) we were on our way back from a bomb threat; it was like any other day, hot as hell and humid too. We were at the checkpoint and that’s when my life took a turn for the worst.
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