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"
Sir
!
I
think
I
need
to
reboot
my
Jacket
,
sir
!
I
don
’
t
want
it
crashing
during
the
battle
!
"
"
Aw
man
,
I
’
d
kill
for
a
cigarette
.
Musta
left
’
em
in
my
other
Jacket
.
"
"
I
thought
you
quit
smokin
’
?
"
"
Hey
,
keep
it
down
!
I
’
m
tryin
’
to
get
some
sleep
!
"
And
so
it
went
.
Back
and
forth
through
the
comm
link
,
like
it
was
an
Internet
chat
room
.
All
Ferrell
could
do
was
sigh
and
shake
his
Jacketed
head
.
When
you
’
re
so
nervous
you
’
ve
run
out
of
nails
to
bite
,
thinking
about
something
you
enjoy
helps
take
the
pressure
off
.
They
taught
us
that
in
training
too
.
Of
course
,
you
get
a
bunch
of
animals
like
these
together
,
pretty
much
the
only
thing
they
think
about
is
sex
.
There
was
only
one
girl
I
could
think
about
,
my
sweet
little
librarian
whose
face
I
could
hardly
picture
anymore
.
Who
knew
what
she
was
doing
.
It
’
d
been
half
a
year
since
she
got
married
.
She
was
probably
knocked
up
by
now
.
I
enlisted
right
after
I
graduated
from
high
school
,
and
she
broke
my
heart
.
I
don
’
t
think
the
two
things
were
related
.
Who
can
say
?
I
had
signed
up
thinking
I
could
make
some
sense
of
this
fuckedup
world
by
betting
my
life
in
battle
and
seeing
what
fate
dealt
me
.
Boy
was
I
ever
green
.
If
I
was
tea
-
green
now
,
I
must
’
ve
been
lime
-
green
back
then
.
Turns
out
my
life
isn
’
t
even
worth
enough
to
buy
one
of
those
pricey
bombs
,
and
what
cards
fate
has
dealt
me
don
’
t
have
any
rhyme
or
reason
.
"
Nuts
to
this
.
If
we
’
re
not
gonna
dig
trenches
,
can
’
t
we
at
least
sit
?
"
"
Can
’
t
hide
if
we
’
re
diggin
’
trenches
.
"
