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a cockpit jeep
a black cowboy hat
a gun Colt45, 1911 model
a packet of Camel cigarettes

Just over there, you saw a big table with lots of rifles, garands, spriengfields, a couple of tommyguns, there were also some machine guns 30" and lots of ammos box everywhere. There were also a big grenade boxes with lots of pine-apples right inside. The shooting range looked like a wide arsenal.

Just on the chair there was a peaceful packet of Camel cigarettes with a zippo. All around you, just on the floor you saw thousands and thousands of cartridge cases.

Jack smiled to you without saying anything, so he took off his M1 helmet and he took out his cowboy black hat from his sack, so he put on. He stopped to smile at you and swiftly he put his hand on the top of his colt45. With the other hand, Jack wiped silently and very fastly his cowboy black hat, just to cover his face. He was just right in front of you, silently with his right hand on his gun belt, he stopped and he waited. You didn't see his eyes, but that's for sure he still looked at you silently with his glacial eyes, it seemed just like a gun contest.

-Ehi! Jack, you know, it's a cool joke!-you told, while you smiled, but Jack didn't answer a sigle word. Probably Jack was an ex marshall, or an ex ranger, or a gunslinger?. The air in the shooting range came frozen and the minutes were just like hours, so you get your reflex camera and you took a picture of this moment. -Ehi Jack I take a picture, are you Ok?-. Jack didn't say a word, but probably he wanted or he needed a photo.

The captain came back with his hot cup of coffee, he smiled silently so he sayed-Take it easy, don't worry, you know Jack is a man of few words, he is cool, but sometimes he is by no means loquacious, you know, he is the only one who have a cowboy hat, Yah just right here, that's for sure, look at his black cowboy hat, it is all his life and somebody say it's all his family too. Well, you know, now he usually take off his cowboy hat just to wear his M1 helmet, but that's for sure the first thing that Jack wear in the early morning on getting up from the bed, that's his M1 helmet. Yah! you know, on other hand, the last thing that Jack take off on getting down the bed that's his M1 helmet.-

Jack wiped his cowboy hat, so he smiled at you and he sayed-Ok fox!, I'll tell you a segret, if everybody have a gun, that's for sure you need a gun, but you know, if everybody don't have a gun, you don't need it-

You answered-Well, Yah! I suppose you are right, but you know, I don't like firearms!-.

Jack continued-mmhhhh, well Fox, you know, your US colt is made in United States, nobody shot with this one!-. You told-Yah! I think so, but in any case I don't like firearms, that's a fact!-.

He wiped his black cowboy hat and he mouved his head on watching the floor silently, he took a long pause. He was grieved and there was difficult to understand what was the Jack's memories and why did they seem so sad. So Jack took off his black cowboy hat and he brought his M1 helmet. After a while Jack spoke in this way-Yah! I know, I know... firearms are dangersous, that's why guns are not allowed in the city...-

He turned himself so fast on the other side of the shooting range, he get his colt45, he mouved down the head on covering all his face with his left hand, so he started to fire all ammos of his colt45. The gun bruised a strange metal click, it was empty or like smashed, probably the colt45 run out its ammos.

This country is a frozy, rainy, foggy time for all day long, there is fast stormy weather in between of dark clouds, everywhere in the sky.

You remember that Jack told you that he came back to the base with the jeep.

For a quarter of hour you start to walk just around the pub under the rain on smoking a cigarette, on waiting the blonde girl. Outside there is the Lili Marlene melody, it comes from the pub, this song is played everywhere just like -Moonserenade- or -In the mood-. The blonde girl is missing her pub brake, you are a bit sad because last time she didn't want to speak with you, she simply stayed quite and she went out.

Finally, here are the blonde girl with her fucking blue uniform and her fucking yellow buttons. You think-Holy shit!, look-, she stays with another man, he takes her to the pub. He wears a fucking blue uniform with fucking yellow buttons too. He isn't a yankee he don't wear any M1 helmet.

Damn! she is smiling like a goose, probably they are in love.

You drop your cigarette, you don't need to have a cigarette righ here. Silently you start to walk to the harbour. You don't know what is it, but you feel like sick, it's just like a huge weight, that's strange how can a missing or an empty feeling makes an heavy weight of a soul. It's late, you don't have time to have a beer, so you get another cigarette, it could be useful to manage this sad weight.

It's raining, there's dark clouds everywhere, but just over there, you see some little raw of light coming frome the sun. You lift up your collar of your combat jacket, and you move ahead your M1 helmet, just like an umbrella. So you start to walk more swiftly into the rain. Probably you will run out very early your packet of cigarette, if you continue to ignite and drop them away immediatly. You are sad and nervous, that's a fact and nothing seems to stop it.

Nearby the harbour you look the Jack's jeep, you recognize the division insignia on the car.

You go direct to the jeep and you are telling to Jack-Ehi! Jack!, what the hell are you doing here?!- in the other hand you offer to him a Camel cigarette, despite your packet of Camel cigarette is half empty.

Jack speaks about something, but there is some noises on your back, so you turn around and you see a nice brunette, she brings in her hands lots of Lucky Strike cigarettes steak, she is a friend of the blonde girl, Yah, the blonde girl that you waited for a sad appointment.

The weather seems a foggy, frozy, cloudy night, and the sea is cold and calm. Just over there you can see some lamps, they are on, and there is also a road in front of the beach.

That's for sure, that's for dang sure that you have already seen this places, this sands, this beach, somewhere. Yah!, but the point is when or where do you see this lands?!. Well, now you don't remember, and you don't know which is the name of this fucking lands. But you are sure, you know this sands and this beach.

Well, you feel very light, and there isn't important to know which is the name of this strange beach, you feel a sort of actraction for this sea, this beach, this lands, so it is difficult to explain this odd sensations of deja.vu

Have you to complete a mission right here? Have you to meet someone right here? Is there somebody to help right here? This is hard to say, the fact is everything seems calm and quite all around you, on this beach.

Well on your right there is an odd beach, it is full of stones and pebbles, there is a rock coast on your right. On the other hand, just on the left side, the beach has sand and lots of quite wavy hills. -How lucky! am I-you are thinking and speaking-look, that's for sure that the coast has an odd formation, WOW, amazing!, it seems an odd L-

After a while, a very nice blonde girl cames to you, she mouves her right hand and she take your right hand, so she says:"YOU CAN'T STAY HERE, YOU AREN'T FROM THIS PLACES".
-Really?-you says
She smiled and you start to walk each other hand by hand, on the beach.

You see her for the first time, that's for sure, but you feel like you know her, probably you meet her somewhere, but you don't remember when and why. May be, it seemed that... for a bit moment you thought that probably she looked like a british woman that you knew times ago. Bye the way, now, it is not so important, the beach is quite, the red sands and the sea all around you they are nice. She is nice, she is hot, Yah! you are thinking about her blue eyes, her sexy red lips, her lovely blonde hair, nice tits and things like that. It was the question that your are thinking about.

The quite sands of this beach, starts to grumbling, then there is some noieses, same odd music, a big thunder, so big blasts, mortar blast, and hundreds and hundreds of burst of machine gunfire all around you, while people are screaming for help.

What are we doing here?!

Why you and her, hand by hand, each other, you are in the middle of this hell of fire, in this odd early morning?!

Does she pull away you from this hell?!

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