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When hell froze over
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When hell froze over She sat there on pins and needles, scared beyond scared at reading the headline. Hes going to fight... She wanted to vomit. She did vomit. She cried. She smoked cigarette after cigarette after cigarette and bong bowl after bong bowl. She cried until tears stopped flowing. She felt empty. She wasn't afraid of losing him. Fear couldn't describe what she was feeling. A world war. A hero without a choice. He was her hero. The world needed heroes when they were at war. They needed to believe in the impossible to make things possible when peace was no longer possible. They would have to. They needed to. She didn't think she was heroic. She thought she was less than human. She was native American. Yet she was a pacifist. So she decided that maybe in a mad world, the world needed mad people. You know what was craziest of all though? A marine corps. The germans called them teufelhunden. Devil<b> dogs. </font></b>Because they made hell on earth. They scorched earth. They could do the impossible. She didn't believe in God. Her faith was in the marine corps. God didn't save people, marines did. God made world war 3 and marines would end it! She was a storyteller. She wanted to tell this story. She wanted to see where he was at home. She didn't want anyone else to tell his story. She needed her hero to help her write it. She knew that he was going to be the one to make it happen. She prayed to the marine corps that it would happen. She prayed she could be his warrior princess, like xena only real. He was her king, and he ruled a battlefield. The marines were her knights in shining armor. They needed to slay dragons again... she wanted to be there to see them do it. She knew they were legendary, she thought everyday, people forgot that. |
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