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Open Hills

I used to sit out in the open on the hills at night listening to crack thump and watching the green tracer lines fly through the night, pinging off the hills all around me. Picking out different calibers and firing positions of the shooters. You know just sitting, enjoying the night, invincible, no way one of those guys could hit me if they tried, watching as if I were watching fireworks. It is actually one of the most enjoyable memories I have of Bosnia. They couldn’t do it then, I’m not about to do it now. Even though I witnessed the worst of what mankind can do to one another, it is this that broke me and caused me to leave a piece of myself over there. We are fighters and we must keep up the fight my brothers.


~BA

Can I do this

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