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Book Description by Greenfield McKenna "I wait for no man," the soldier whispered as he moved east along Broad Street, his rifle held tightly like another man might hold a similarly shaped but decidedly fleshier object. The soldier grinned a sick grin & smiled a sick smile & turned the corner onto 6th Avenue, where he saw the tanks. A sergeant emerged from the dust & whispered, "Corporal, do my bidding," & the soldier looked at him & kept smiling & spat some tobacco onto the cold pavement & sneered & fired the gun & the sergeant bent in a twist of blood & regret & death & his teeth hurt as he hit the ground. This was his last thought before life exited his body, before his soul snatched up to the heavens, where it dissipates in the ether. Pain. Regret. Murder. War. But I assure you, I have a Valiant Interest. |
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