Pero ahora sé que nuestro mundo no es nunca más permanente que una ola que se eleva sobre el océano. Cualesquiera que sean nuestras luchas y nuestras victorias, comoquiera que las padezcamos, enseguida desaparecen en la corriente, como la tinta acuosa sobre el papel.

When the thoughts are aligned with imagination, the subconscious records the position.

We are the boys who go to a particular place, at H-hour, occupy a designated terrain, stand on it, dig the enemy out of their holes, force them then and there to surrender or die. We're the bloody infantry.

The birds flies Free in the sky but don't forget their limit

Written By Vincent C. Ven

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