That's how I would start my WWII memoir.
On a completely related side note, burning flesh smells terrible.
Winter sucks.
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2 comments:
That's not a very side note, it's pretty related.
Also, what the hell? How do you know what burning flesh smells like.
I do like the opening line though. This is something that I would think you would think of in someplace like church.
Side note as in it's an offshoot of the main topic.
I burnt mah fingah relatively badly, enough so that I could smell it.
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