It was a cold winter night. The soldier dragged himself in through the broken door. He looked around, there was no sign of any inhabitants. The whole place was covered in soot. The resident spiders didn't much like his intrusion. The soldier was too tired to notice anything. He plonked himself on the dusty sofa and put his feet up on the broken stool. He wanted to sleep and wake up in another world where there was no war. Little did he know that 20,000 ft up in the sky a nuclear missile was seeking it's target.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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