I was on patrol once, a long time ago. It was raining , and my platoon leader, brushed past me and whispered, “none of this is real faggot” and disappeared into the mist. Guys died that day. As I look back, he’s right, it doesn’t seem real. Faggot.
I was on patrol once, a long time ago. It was raining , and my platoon leader, brushed past me and whispered, “none of this is real faggot” and disappeared into the mist. Guys died that day. As I look back, he’s right, it doesn’t seem real. Faggot.