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Chapter 5
Painthatshootsthroughyourbodylikeaboltoflightning,legssodamnheavyitfeelslikethey’vebeenstuffedwithsandbags,terrorsostrongitcrushesyourheart-that’snotthestuffofimaginationanddreams.Iwasn’tsurehow,butI’dbeenkilled.Twice.Nodoubtaboutit.
Ididn’tmindlisteningtoYonabarutellsomestoryI’dalreadyheardbefore.Hell,I’ddothattentimes,ahundred,themorethebetter.Ourdailyroutineswereallfilledwiththatsamerepetitiveshit.Butgoingbackintobattle?Nothanks.
IfIstayedhere,I’dbekilled.WhetherIdiedbeforeorafterYonabarudidn’treallymatter.TherewasnowayIcouldsurvivethefirefight.Ihadtogetaway.Ihadtobeanywherebuthere.
Evensaintshavelimitstotheirpatience,andIwasnosaint.I’dneverbeenonetoblindlybelieveinGod,Buddha,anyofthatshit,butifsomebodyuptherewasgoingtogivemeathirdchance,Iwasn’tabouttoletitgotowaste.IfIsatherestaringupatthetopbunk,theonlyfutureIhadendedinabodybag.IfIdidn’twanttodie,Ihadtomove.Movefirst,thinklater.Justliketheytaughtusintraining.
Iftodaywasarepetitionofyesterday,Ferrellwouldbearoundanyminute.ThefirsttimeheshowedupI’dbeentakingadump,thesecondI’dbeenchattingitupwithYonabaru.Afterthatwe’dbeofftoaridiculoussessionofPT,andwe’dcomebackexhausted.Thatgotmethinking.Everyoneinthe17thArmoredwouldbeinthatPT.
