When you're wounded an' left on Afghanistan's plains,
An' the women come out to cut up your remains,
Jus' roll to your rifle an' blow out your brains,
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. -Kipling
Phew! For a moment I thought you were afflicted with the other kind.stay safe.
I had the other kind 20 years ago; it SUCKS.We've been gutting a bathroom the past week; I feel the pain.
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