Was it a dream? Or...It's funny...you spend your whole life trying to find some sort of meaning; a reason to keep existing. Whether it be that dream job, or that special girl or guy...in the end, all of it turns to ashes, all of it disappears and fades, and in those great words...when all is said and done, and the curtain has fallen...every living creature on this earth dies alone.Was it a dream? Or...
I glance over at my dresser and see the little note my girlfriend left for me earlier that morning. "Meet me at the corner cafe for lunch at 1pm. I'll be waiting." Thinking this is nothing more than a pleasant little lunch with my love, I get ready to head out. At quarter
The first jump...One thing about the Army, before this story starts. There's a saying in the military: "If you ain't Airborne, you ain't shit." Believe it or not, this is very true. Anyone who has wings on their chest, they look for that on every person in uniform they meet. And whether or not that other person has those wings actually determines the level of courtesy the first person will show them. It's egotistical, to be sure, but that's just the way it is.The first jump...
I was already halfway through my military training. I had chosen one of the most difficult MOSs (Military Occupational Specialty) in the Army: parachute rigger. I'm the one responsible for
First entry...
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"Then, start all over! Don't let any more die. Don't betray any more people. Seize happiness and tell the world of your dream! Your ticket to the future is always blank."
-Vash the Stampede
Jason needs a bit of the Hannah dance on his page...
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I can't take myeyesoff of you
I can't take mymindoff of you
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sweet mother of goo.
goo.
goo.
god, that's a funny word....
anydangway.
RaWQK!!@!13onepurple
- von Marge, mit lieb.
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I'm too good for those stinking elitists.
--I wanna be a cabbage plant.--
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