I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.

I took my right hand off the wheel and reverse-punched him square between the eyes. It was a good solid smack. It put him right back to sleep. Manual anesthetic. He stayed out all the way back to the post.

People tend to help others just so that they can feel are better than they really are.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

Written By Dwight D. Eisenhower

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