Sunday, August 30, 2015

No time to panic, I gotta weave.

Stress does strange things to a man. In the dark confines of a hot turret, all chaps pressed together, panic is always a possibility. What does one do? How does one act? Is it time to shout? Or do you stick close to your chums? If you're done for yet there isn't much else you can do.

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