http://www.furiousnads.com/2008/04/the-army-years/ You're furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You're furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don't give her water. You're furious. Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:34:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5 http://www.furiousnads.com/2008/04/the-army-years/#comment-612 Elaine of Kalilily Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:41:50 +0000 http://www.furiousnads.com/?p=2171#comment-612 From what he told me over the years, that description of what the soldiers did at Bad Aibling is pretty much what Dad did as well. He also learned Morse code, into which he used to translate our names. From what he told me over the years, that description of what the soldiers did at Bad Aibling is pretty much what Dad did as well. He also learned Morse code, into which he used to translate our names.

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