Chapter One:
“Get your fuckin’ ass movin’ Jones! Porn vedio When I got my acceptance letter from my dream college, I thought that life would be great from here on out. I will be one of those “two thirds”. Chapter Two:
Arriving at basic training was quite an experience to me. Trying to stand up is difficult, as the sergeant is about six and a half feet tall and almost three hundred pounds, but I manage it. We are on Iwo Jima, two thirds of the men around me will be dead by the time we take just the first few hundred feet or so. I would save up and buy my dad a brand new tractor out right, since ours is falling apart. This woman must not be able to tell time, since a minute was three and a half hours ago, and my back was killing me from sitting in one spot so long. “Uh, I broke my finger, see?” I reply in a bored tone. “GET DOWN, GOD DAMN IT!” Sergeant Angelico bellows as he dives over me to save me from the majority of the blast damage. Be that breakage physical, mental, or emotional, they didn’t care.
