Submitted by Elise on Fri, 19/03/2021 - 17:21.

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/ Eighteen years ago, I was perched on my bunk in a makeshift squad bay, awaiting final orders to cross the border from ______ to ____
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//// By the time we came home, most of the platoon was full-blown alcoholics, drug addicts, sex fiends, or some mixture of the three. Divorces, assault charges, DUIs, and stints in rehab facilities commenced, including suicides, drug overdoes, and cancer diagnoses. You know, the sort of shit they don’t show you on the commercials or talk about at the recruitment center.
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/ Colective 20___via Vincent Emanuele
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