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I am not ashamed to admit that I killed in that war. I did it for buttery looking margarine. When I buried that bayonet, and looked into that young man's eyes, as the life drained from them we both understood that we were soldiers. We killed and died for something greater than ourselves: Margarine.
May 8, 2025, 2:53 AM