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| Bridgetown |
Give up. Give up. Give up. And he tossed and turned on the bunk bed. Nightmares turning into night sweats. His ears beating to the drum of his heart. Tomorrow. It'll be another day. Tomorrow. But it never was another day. It was the same day, over and over again. The same intelligence gathering. The same raids. The same ambushes. The same killings. The same deaths. A never-ending string of horrors. Give up... He wished closing his eyes would make everything disappear. The noise, the nightmares, his heartbeat. Give up... That nagging voice hammered on. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll give up.
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