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Perhaps the real WMDs in Iraq were the friends we made along the way.Forwarded from Corpse World Monologues
A fight is a fight, like any other, and like under any banner. Be it in the thick of combat or in the grueling heat of a field.
A struggle to live but be dead to this world is same for us all.
A struggle to live but be dead to this world is same for us all.
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hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for good air support on your sideSo live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain'd and sooth'd
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.