John Lawrence

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Even in death his eyes stared widely along the gun sights. Despite the vacant look of his dilated pupils, I couldn’t believe he was dead. Cold chills ran along my spine. Gooseflesh tickled my back. It seemed as though he was looking through me into all eternity,
With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa
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