July 11,1995
I'm in a wooded area that I'm not familiar with. I get to a clearing and I stop because I hear voices. I see a row of guys, all rolling around, drunk or something. I keep on walking to the right, and I almost stumble on a rock. I look up, and I see a large dirt road. I start to turn up it, when I hear someone cry out. I look around the corner and see three guys. The two look like They aren't intoxicated in anyway, but I watch as the thired whoops and wails and shoots a gun in the air. As soon as the bullets in the gun ran out, a kid around the age of ten gave him another. The other two tried to kill him. They ask him if he will join them in a march, and when he does, they lined up in a straight line. One hands him a live granade, and then he tells him to hold it. The guy agrees, and the pin is pulled before he took it. They take a couple steps back and count "Three...two...one..." But it doesnn't explode. He has his finger over the clip. He tosses it to the nearest of the two guys and counts "Three...two...one.." as the guy throws it in the woods. We hear the explosion. The crazy guy calls to the kid to bring him more guns, and the kid calls all three of them back into the woods. As they leave, I hear a crowd in the distance, and I see people coming into the clearing. I ask this woman, who looked like Kristie Alley, what's going on. She said it was a convention for people that served in some war. I know that the guy would go into a rage and kill everyone when he returned. I want to save those people, but I wuss out. I run away as fast as I can until I suddenly find myself in my room. I quickly cover myself with blankets and towels so I'd be completely out of sight.
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