He Gripped My Camo Sleeve With White-Knuckled Fingers And Whispered A Question That Stopped My Heart Cold: ββSarge, When The Trucks Roll Out, Who’S Gonna Watch My Six?ββ – And I Realized Surviving The Hurricane Was The Easy Part; Surviving The Aftermath Was The Real War
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