A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war
And Afterwards, he turns the rifle in at the armory,
and he believes he's finished with the rifle
But no matter what else he might do with his hands,
love a woman ,build a house,change his son's diaper,
his hands remember the rifle
This is my rifle
There are many like it,but this one is mine
Without my rifle,I'm nothing
Without me,my rifle is nothing
A story
A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war
And Afterwards, he comes home,
and he sees that whatever else he might do with his life,
build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper,
he will always remain
a
jarhead And all the jarheads
killing and dying
They will always
be me
We are still
in the desert
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