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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/12/2016 5:56:39 PM
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"I'll do my best.. And it was hard.. Oh God, I still remember all of them.. Thomson.. Jenkins.. Pippin.. Griff.. Amanda.."
[i]Jason shudders from head to toe, his voice having grown softer and sadder the more he had spoken. [/i]
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[u]Hey, it's gonna be alright. I've lost loved ones as well, so I know your pain. The best thing you can do is honor their memory.[/u]
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[i]The man slowly nods, reaching over his left shoulder with his left hand. He grabbed the butt of his assault rifle, and slowly slid it out of its respective leather sheath. He then let it lay in his two open hands, looking at the names he carved into the gun. It were quite a few. [/i] "They're all there.. All of 'em."
