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168. War Has Come

Sand blowing.  Inside shirts and eyes.   Heat simmering.  Perspiration soaking
everything.  Muffled cries to move.  Crackling of radios.  Fear set aside by movement.  
Engines bark alive.  Steel upon steel.  Echoing pain to those with ears.  Explosions in
the distance.  Angels no longer heralding peace.  Eyes look to each other.  Hearts
are crossed.  Movement begins.  War has come.


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