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.hi .you can call me jama'al .im 24 and in the military .im dead obsessed with harry potter .im an open book if you just bother to read it
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“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”—Robert Frost
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i learned how to make a living but i'm still learning how to make a life
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John 15:13
On a bench they sat, two men eating a late breakfast after an early run.
They were soldiers both, and though they were accustomed to operating on military time nothing could have prepared them for their meeting with John at 15:13.
They smoked and joked, neither the type to complain about their tour in the Holy Land, although inside they each missed their wives and they knew their wives missed their man.
Stomachs heavy with food and shirts heavy with sweat they left for their tent to get clean as if they had just swept.
An hour later they were wearing forty pounds of gear, going over battle plans, eyes glossed and clearly bored, listening to things they didn’t want to hear. They went over these plans before every mission so they knew them well, though they had yet to use them in the heat of Hell.
An hour thereafter they were in the fires of war, bullets whizzing overhead, crouching low, hoping there were no more. And still neither one of them knew of the meeting with John at 15:13.
Over the radio they heard Command say, “be advised…our birds can’t extract you out, there are too many rockets going their way”.
Just the other day they had sat around and talked about Hollywood soldiers, how when they’re going out with a bang he always asks his best friend to give his wife one last message that he wishes he could have told her.
But once again Hollywood gets another thing wrong, because in real life there is no time to ask to pass on messages. This was the thought that ran through his mind as he looked his best friend in the eyes one last time, and then turned and ran towards the people preventing his friends from being rescued by the helicopters circling overhead.
Tuning out his friend yelling at him to come back he lets training take over; BANG! BANG! Two turbans hit the ground. BANG! BANG! Two more turbans hit the ground. BANG! BANG! Two more tur - no, he is mistaken…it was he who hit the ground.
As his vision hazes he sees two birds touch the ground…“I did it, he thought to himself.” But once again Hollywood gets another thing wrong, because in real life there is no time to ask to pass on messages. In real life, there is only an unplanned meeting with John at 15:13.
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I know that feels bro
When it gets caught in your zipper. #JustManlyThings.
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#forlove
When asked to finish the tale of a bachelor who killed himself in a laundromat, the writer concluded the piece with a phrase,
“Unmade laundry.
Unloved days.”
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tomorrow’s new years eve so don’t be shy to confess your undying love for me before the year ends
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