<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He was lucky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BTR-152 lowers its heavy machinegun <br>and starts firing, <br>before the 90mm shell<br>knocks the hell out of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BTR stand motionless <br>and white smoke rises<br>from it like steam<br>and there’s an acrid smell<br>in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I jump down from Ratel’s dome<br>and through the smoke<br>a Cuban appears, <br>with hands above his head<br>and there’s a man unscarred<br>that should have been dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398134" data-title="He was lucky de Gert Strydom" data-description="The BTR-152 lowers its heavy machinegun and starts firing, before the 90mm shell knocks the hell out of it. The BTR stand motionless and white smoke rises from it like steam and there’s an acrid smell in the air. I jump down from Ratel’s ..."></div> </div> </div>

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