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I could see people with guns and with green camo clothes. I could see men fighting and rats running around and they were the size of cats. And men trying to get some sleep.
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I could hear guns going crazy the rain smashing onto the ground. And I could hear men screaming and yelling and huge rats squeaking and people’s stomachs growling. And bombs blowing up.
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I could taste the polluted water going into my mouth and corned beef with crackers. And I could taste the dirt going into my mouth.
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I could smell the polluted air and gas bombs, could smell stinky rats and the smell of dead bodies and animals.
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I could feel the hard gun and and the lice biting my back were I couldn’t scratch.
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I feel scared, and not safe I wish I could go back but I can’t, because we need to do this for our conterie.
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I’m thinking of us stopping and joining forces. But I’m thinking of home and people playing.
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