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April 11, 2012

#1041: Whites of Their Eyes

Whites of Their Eyes

[[A Revolutionary War soldier gives orders to two others hunkered down behind a rock]]

Lead soldier: Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes

Lead: And smell the scent of their hair.

[[the the two others getting an incredulous look on their faces]]

Lead: And taste the sweetness of their lips.

[[They begin taking fire from the opposition]]

Lead: And feel the heat of their skin pressed against yours, trembling as you-

Soldier 2: Maybe we should just start shooting.

Lead: Right, yes.