Hr. Oluf rider med Bjerge,
Der gik en Dans med Dværge.
It was the more peaceful time of the Continuation War, and the squadron
was in the back. There was constant threat of saboteurs, and feared by
all outside guarded areas. One time the men were marching to sauna on a
path through forest, in darkness. Suddenly a SMG fires from the woods
and bullets whisked all around. The men flung themselves to the ground -
and then they heard Illu's laughter.
"Goddamn Illu, we could have shot you!" the men complained, after all
each had a Nagan pistol on their belts. "You couldn't hit me, I'm
behind a big rock," came the answer from the night.
Now it’s coming – it’s coming. I have no fear. This is not death for me, not death
but a new chance. At last, I have this chance to be better – inwardly to be better.
Whatever happens, an inner part of me can learn to be better.
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This guy. . . This fucking guy. . .
for being an outstanding example of a planned inland Spanish style colonial city in the Americas.
Curing a case of brain spiders is either "finding out what a chainsaw
tastes like", or a bullet in the brain followed by having face-melting
acids poured into the wound/mouth.