Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
PART ONE
Here it is, then: proof positive that while I've
"...eaten dead burnt bodies and still have veins in my teeth," I'm
just another old softy when you boil me down to my component parts. Indeed, I wouldn't even bring this up but
that I had too many witnesses. Caught
blubbering like an old pensioner as a result of certain occurrences; however,
poignant, I make my report.
Still, so as to put the first efficacious spin on it,
thereby, I'll tell you myself, see? I
was moved.
Seriously, what brought this blubbery verklempt-ness
about... forgetting for a moment the "bodies and veins" of the
preceding paragraph and the fact that, properly provoked? I am quite capable of pulling off an
offending head and using the resultant neck for a field toilet. A former Senior TAC
at the US Army's only Warrant Officer
Candidate School
Pray, then. What
precipitated my teary "verklemptitude (tm)"?
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