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"It’s the same dream each night… I’m back in the Mojave, my calls for my squad
drowned out by the gusts of wind. I choke on the sand and
march forward, in denial of their expiration. We promised each other we’d go
out together, but I’m still here… Eventually I drop my weapon and fall to my
knees, screaming to the sky, begging God to take me too. Voices and ghosts
dance around in my mind, tearing at my sanity.
When I wake up, I can still hear them screaming."
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