The Last Damned Thing
Sleep. It is the last damned thing.
Taps is on my mind. My orders are to sleep. We all eventually get this order in a final form.
God is the Captain, and we merely sailors on His oceans.
I'm not a soldier, and I will say that until the day I die.
I shall sleep sir.
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