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Once a year on 3.30 at 0330 we get together, and ride the early morning curls, without fail or excuses. Some of these guys walked the line, with me , and fought to preserve freedom. When, we came home, some of us brought back wounds and dirt that tears cannot wash away, and we are faced, with a new mission, and that is self preservation. There was a stage in my life that I almost did not complete my mission, but I am glad that I was reunited, with some of my brothers, so I do not have to fight my battles alone. I am free, and we are code green.
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