Sunday, April 17, 2011
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He stood on the edge of a broken window, looking out over the city. Beads of sweat rolled down his head as he watched the horizon fearing an attack from the enemy when they were unprepared. His comrade was standing beside him and he took comfort in knowing that he would not be alone on this hot and humid night watch. He breathed in a lungful of dusty air and licked his cracked lips in an attempt to keep them moist. Wishing that the supply of water was not so low, he stayed his hand not wanting to gulp his water down now. The remaining light disappeared quickly as the Sun seemingly sank into the ground and the two soldiers prepared themselves for a long night.
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