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he looked up at the sky bloody smoke grazed his eye through his mind he would decide whether or not to take his shot his '47 clutched he rushed limping to his side an exquisite bride should he or should he not take his shot he could not tell if she or he fell there she lay her eyes in dismay how could he not take his shot 'for them or for me' he thought quietly but alas the fear his decision was clear his stomach in a knot he took his shot