This is Jocco podcast number 149 with echo Charles and me jocco willing good evening. I go good evening

All my life I've waited for this

Now I've joined you and your losses are a strength to me I

ache

And yet I know that Alec wretched with pain on the dust road that went to Corinth I

Breathe the dust and yet I know that grandpa

Breathe the gas that made a hero out of Pershing I

Flinch when bullets tear the air in angry rents and

Yet I know that father and

Three farmer boys at pickets charge felt a cutting edge that dropped them dead

How can I be bitter?

You are my strength you ghosts and

I have learned those things those esoteric skills and

Knowledge is that mark me as one of you that

loose-bowled piles of shit

Too much shit from overeating plop randomly around the outer dikes of a vill mean trouble

Catching the aroma seeing the groupings watching flies dance lazily

Rejoicing in their latest fitted morsel that bends the low grass in a muddy glob like a bomb of cow dung

Trouble I

Can tell from the crack of a rifle shot the type of weapon fired and what direction the bullet is traveling

I can listen to a mortar pop and know its size how far away it is I

Know instinctively when I should prep a tree line with artillery before I move into it

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