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Yeah, and when I was nineteen....

I saw three of my best friends killed by an NVA round right in front of me.

You keep going. You keep moving. You keep doing your job. You cry when you're alone and when you have time.

Then you dry your tears, you pick up your pack and you move on. You grab life by the butt or it will most assuredly kick yours.

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