"Hey, you went through the old Basic, right Double D?"
I barely nod as I chew on the tough piece of bread that I had tucked away in one of the pouches I keep latched under my armor. My sunglasses flash as the orb above glints off of them. We're sitting, relaxed on a hill, staring down over a small area just near Viands Village. My helmet is holding up my boot clad feet. I'm leaning back against the hill, and if I close my eyes, just right, I can imagine myself by the Chicago lakefront.
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Posted on October 13, 2008 at 6:00am —
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