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Medic

. The shattered stare of the war-shocked float and fade in the medic's head, the spasmodic throes of the dying, the sickening stench of the dead. He trudges on through bloodied mud, seeking out the lost and the wounded, dazed in the gray haze of gunpowder, slain before the battle even started! .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/4/2011 10:05:00 PM
Great description of the aftermath of terrible war. I much enjoyed.
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