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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The gamblers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One rainy night at a border camp<br>in the operational aria<br>I walked past a tent<br>and while the wind flapped open one side<br>a lightning bolt slammed down<br>into a tree near to me<br>sizzling with blue sparks flying<br>before it thundered cracking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I saw some young soldier boys, <br>a group of troops<br>about the same age as I<br>sitting around a table<br>dressed in military vests<br>and brown military long pants<br>drinking brandy from a bottle<br>that they passed hand to hand<br>and I thought that they were probably<br>playing cards <br>or some sort of gambling game</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I heard the clicking sound<br>of the cylinder of a revolver being spun<br>and a dull click in an empty chamber<br>and knew which game was on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and walking right in<br>I took the gun from the next one<br>after it had again been spun<br>aimed it at the ground<br>next to the entrance and pulled the trigger<br>and the gun went off<br>with a bullet kicking up wet sand<br>near to the group of us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sheer terror had brought soberness <br>to the group<br>and those men were silent<br>with their eyes on my officer’s pips<br>and I took the revolver<br>and first thought about arresting<br>the lot of them but left them<br>to be sorted out by a sergeant<br>who followed me in<br>after admonishing them <br>with a very stern warning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very next day we went into action<br>were taken out <br>in some choppers<br>right into battle<br>and at the dropp zone<br>two rockets flew over my head<br>just after the last helicopter had lifted off</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the game was still on<br>for the brave young men<br>who accompanied me, <br>Russian roulette<br>with a bullet through the head<br>from a AK-47<br>or living on instead<br>from missed enemy shots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: The gamblers by Anthony Delius.]</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>
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in the operational aria
I walked past a tent
and while the wind flapped open one side
a lightning bolt slammed down
into a tree near to me
sizzling with blue sparks flying
before it thundered cracking

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