SOMETIMES I FLASH BACK to when I had never seen the rice paddiesand I knew enough to shout and shred throat flesh against thesenselessness of engagement against my brothers, the gooks. Then I feel as crazy as when, not knowinghow to kill, I ran out with a body of men, instant friends, and freakedand rocked the first time and saw boys, old women, girls in heaps ofbodies just-breathing, now leaking.

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