Tammy Jata

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It happens so quickly, death. One moment you’re here. The next moment you’re gone. Zipped up in a body bag and helicoptered out. The military doesn’t give us time to process the death, because there is no time. They tell us to put it out of our minds. They don’t want you thinking about it. Saddle up and move out. You’re still here. You still have a job to do.
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