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Death Speak |
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What does death sound like? Is it the sharp, piercing whine of a
ricochet? The shocking, body-bouncing, earth-rippling, awful thunder of
explosions from close air support? The deadly chunk of
enemy mortars? |
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Is it the ragged, ghastly gasps of desperate respiration from a buddy
clinging tenaciously to life? The soft susurration of a final breath as
the reluctant soul departs its earthly harbor? |
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The keening, sad wail of a mourner’s deep anguish? The primal, feral,
teeth bared, triumphant howl of an exultant warrior as his
foe falls, bloody and vanquished? |
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Or just mind-numbed, weary sighs of prematurely aged young men, grown
too soon accustomed to such fearsome things,
as they subconsciously mourn the sad, premature demise of
youthful innocence? |
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