Spitball Army

His head whips up: chin drool, eyes refocusing, brain buzz. He resists; the somnifying waves persist. Olbermann rails from the TV. – Written by @Ralphley.

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Card is untitled on the front.

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Approximate playing time: 79 minutes.

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I have no idea what the censor will pass so you’ll just have to follow the 3rd Amphibious Corps or the 1st Marines Division in the newspaper. If the papers know what the outfit is doing, you can bet that I’m right there with them.

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This is certainly not my parents’ Rolling Stone.

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pre-dawn gardening 76° / first beads of underarm perspiration, 8:00 a.m., 85° / lunchtime, no hunger, nap option victorious, 98.6°. – Written by @Cryptich.

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I don’t know how much I can write so I won’t write much. Someday I should be able to tell you all about it. All I can say is that I participated in the landing on Okinawa.

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The midday air fits like a topcoat; its weight slows me to a shuffle. I pause in piney shade and filter humidity through my teeth.

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Card is titled: “D-35. Various Species of Cactus as seen on the Desert. 6A-H2321.”

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Approximate playing time: 65 minutes.

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