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Buddy


It all started out with a dream, which then came to be

a reality. Daydreaming, my thoughts start to become visions

of goals and realities that would happen light years to come.

"Eyes front, Stand tall Soldier!" Yells the MSG. Of course, I obey the orders.

But after doing grueling pushups and situps I come to realize that

we are known as dogs. Not for the stentch of ourselves but rather

the fight and courage we put into our work. A bold part of society,

arguably the boldest. It came to me that this was something not everyone

was meant to do. It wasn't meant for everyone to pursue. Just a part of history

and the mystery was who would come through. As in succeed, take the lead,

but I'd rather not impede on anyone's success. But I don't like to wait or exaggerate,

So the truth is. This whole time I was dreaming, when I should have been paying

attention. That's what a fellow soldier would recommend.

After all, he is man's best friend

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