What if things had turned out a different way? That day, in the sandstorm; Had I been in a different place? Or had things gone worst? What if it had been me instead? Had my wife recieved that ill phone call; the soldier in dress uniform and the chaplain had gone to knock at her door. Would she cry... Sign in to see full entry.
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