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Ahead of softly moving towards he gently fists a tender muscle. A pain that has been annoyingly showing up out of own volition. His starched trouser clenched tightly to his skin as the heat moistens his hands. Nervously he pretends not to notice the freckles that form a bread crumb like path that averts his eyes down to that moist trecherous region that once held his passions and created small bursts of spasms. Just this afternoon the comotion had him panting and gasping for air.

As he pretended to look up at the evening sky the feelings came flashing over him. A virgin to all of this, but has survived he smiled to himself, but just as he made peace with his situation another signal from his groin among bouts of static to retreat sounds and he is abruptly taken to heaven.

(This soldier is one of many young men who died for their country amid being a coward)