SOMETIMES I FLASH BACK to when I had never seen the rice paddies and I knew enough to shout and shred throat flesh against the senselessness of engagement against my brothers, the gooks. Then I feel as crazy as when, not knowing how to kill, I ran out with a body of men, instant friends, and freaked and rocked the first time and saw boys, old women, girls in heaps of bodies just-breathing, now leaking.
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