A day in the midst of April where I thought I'd never make it home; I could hear my heart beat as I dodged the desert floor. Snipers above, mortars raining down small arms to my left and to my right an RPG at a glance; a crazy day in a crazy fight. All In the midst of April when I almost made it... Sign in to see full entry.
BITTER APRIL
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