John Elder


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THE HORROR OF THE STORM

AS WE LAY IN OUR BUNKERS THE SOUND OF THE ARTILLERY ROLLED LIKE THUNDER ON A SUMMERS DAY AS THE BULLETS HIT THE GROUND AROUND US IT SOUNDS AS THE SUMMER RAIN. ALTHOUGH WE WERE TOGETHER WE EACH WERE ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.

WE WERE YOUNG AND SET WITH DETERMINATION ON GETTING THE JOB DONE ME AND MY RIFLE WE ARE THE DEFENDERS OF OUR COUNTRY AND TO THE REPRESSED. WE WENT WITH OUT QUESTION TO DO ARE BEST WITH NO FEAR IN THAT FOG ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.

AS THE PLANES ROARED AB

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