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The enemy soldiers kept shambling toward us no matter how many bullets we put in them, no matter how much flesh the razor wire and landmines ripped from their bodies. It was only when they got close and we could see the pain and panic in their eyes that we turned our guns on each other and discovered we, too, had been forbidden to die.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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