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Little Green Army

When I was much younger than you, my army was green. Those little men could be wounded, dog teeth could maim them, eat them - only after hours of canine gastric warfare could they be rescued. Once they charged to take a beach. The tide rushed in, most could only swim in a bath tub. Most were swept away. It was a military disaster. Dog chewed-up the rest of em.

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