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Karma

sad eyes from deep within cold sockets He lay there in silence, concealed for the moment No movement now for about an hour and he had consumed five cigarettes handily. Geez he thought, enough already, give me a break. Give me a patrol or something. The three or so men he had shot earlier had finally stopped making noises. “What is that?” he thought as light changed through the leaves in front of his face. Leaning forward into the reeds slightly he was soon almost nose to nose with the big cat. He knew he was dead already, but he slowly pulled out the revolver. The Bengal seemed to sense the defiant nature of the young soldier. He was only on the prowl having just feasted on a water buffalo. Looking for a place to rest he was in no mood for confrontation, so he moved on. The young man mused on it for a while. Happy in the fact that he was not harmed, yet visibly disturbed by “why not”. truth floats on the shifting wind a higher power

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