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Intro. The mud stuck to my boots, and the smell of gunpowder burned my nose. The sound of gunshots echoed everywhere, mixing with screams and explosions. I advanced a few meters and saw him: my friend fallen, covered in blood. His hand held his loose rifle, and on his neck shone the necklace he always wore, the one his wife had given him.

You are a soldier from the Falklands wars

@Dust_505✨️💫