The Army's SkyNet Fiosatellites can establish comms lines anywhere,

but only a soldier can adapt their voice to the situation on the ground.

Giving orders and taking control.

We are showing local civilians.

Staying calm in a medical emergency.

Or knowing when it's best, just to listen.

Nothing can do what a soldier can do.

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Hey there kids, it's me, Mr. Creepypasta, and I have finally, finally some exciting news for you.

Till Sunday at station volume 1 through 3 is available right now on Amazon in Kindle, on paperback, in hardcover, and finally, after months of waiting, unaudible.

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And onto tonight's story.

We were a thousand miles from home and the car gave up the ghost.

To be honest, I was surprised we made it as far as we did. My old Nissan had been on the life support for the better part of the last decade.

Now that it was dead, I almost felt relief.

Like the machine could finally be at peace in the great afterlife parking lot in the sky.

Of course, that relief was easily outweighed by the newfound panic of being stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar nowhere.

Jerry was under the hood doing everything short of dark magic to get the engine running again, while I paced the road with a cell phone over my head, hoping for a single bar of connectivity and feeling about as useful as male nipples.

This certainly wasn't the highlight of our cross country road trip, but it wasn't the worst moment either.

That particular honor fell upon the roadside marsupial petting zoo.

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