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Thanks For My Foreign Studies

(Inspired by and taken from The Tooth and The Fudge Sickle Motif)

By Don Kenton Henry

I lie here staring up at a sky so blue it could crack. It is a hot August afternoon in the summer of ’69. I think how, such a short time ago, this was just a movie that hadn’t come to the Roxy yet or . . . another book I’d never get around to reading. My only ambition in life was living. It was all I had time for . . . and forever was all the time I had.
Now–lying here in the middle of a Southeast Asian rice paddy–
time . . . like my blood . . . is running out.

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