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Date: March 23rd, 2018 2:12 PM Author: cyan doobsian dingle berry point
They say the soul of a man resides in his lived experiences, the accretion of people he has met and places he has inhabited. If that is so, then our souls must be pathetic things, ground down daily by the inequities of this life in constant conflict. The war has taken its toll on all of us, forced us beyond the comforts of society into this ephemeral form of existence darting from sodden swamphole to tree-stumped pasture, from hardpack tundra to drybed desert, a veritable biodome of despair these interchanging theaters of the fight. How long ago did we entered the halls of the law with our shined shoes and perfected smiles, all firm handshakes and steady glances, readyset to climb the careful social edifice of the profession toward lives of comfort and ease. I cannot remember my wife's face. What I do remember is her last sounds, backgrounded by the thunder din of artillery booming through the firm's Miami office, the windows clattershattering with the percussive force of our fire, her voice sounding soggy and thick as her throat clogged with blood.
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