as always.
there is a white sun low in the sky.
there is nothing but space for hundreds of miles.
there is nothing here so sure as the cold weight of a rifle.despite your politics
despite your news reports
despite all preconceived notions
this is war
in a far away land .there is nothing so sure as death. someone is going to die.
as always this ground will be fed with blood.
crimson.
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