. Burn and hide. All I have lived. Forged my *** character. We keep in memory only the hitches. Old stories, old grudges. They make our joys derisory. Dark days, armies without armors. I had to be prosaic
happened but you let it. Now you're down on the ground screaming medic. The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses. Shields, body armors and vests. Don't properly work, that's why you're in a
