while cowering
inside a sandbagged bunker
i was thinking about the odds
of taking a direct hit during
the attack.
i roughly figured
the base is approximately
one square mile large
divided by oh, let's say
20 rockets and or mortars
every minute for the duration
of the attack.
i figured the odds
to be 100% that we were going
to take a direct hit.
i was wrong.
we didn't take a direct hit.
I had forgotten to factor in
an important equation
that affected my calculations.
stress.
oh well,
i was never good at math anyway.
3-23-1968
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