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I've been to Iraq, served a tour in Afghanistan. Went through basic training, and got deployed in Korengal. Helmand was hell, Korengal was worse. And further into the war it seems like we beat a dead horse. No matter where I was, I had only one thing in mind. And that was to see the pink mist through that scope of mine. A hand will not do, nor will a foot. It has to be a head pierced along with my bullet. Via a 6X12 scope, a ruger standard Cal. I caught myself a Hadji, and BANG! went his head. The long craving prayers have been burdening my mind. I saw the pink mist, a mission well done. Lest I long for the pink mist, if I'll ever get