Nam

Posted February 9, 2009
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He leaves the comfort of his tent to find a foxhole. He cocks his gun and holds it in front of his head. The crosshair travels far but sees no enemies. Acid paints the sky black with war. Skin peels. Chemicals stain where they touch. Children become warriors. No prisoner escapes alive. He shoots blindly. His friend falls.

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