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WAR ALL THE TIME

losing time

I look for a pattern in the dead. There may be an answer
in the spent ammunition. Time, yes, it’s gone
ejected like a casing emptied of lead.

From Afghanistan Confessions

Marked manuscript available under Archives – A.

Armies and empires come and go, War constant.

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