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Well, A and I haven’t managed to kill Mark & John yet. Though we are quickly pickling ourselves. My liver is hard and unyielding. A sign of things to come, I hope.

COMING SOON! Images of our Mt. Spruce hike and other shenanigans.

They kept coming. They were on their way in. Swarming over the lines. We were just children. And the commander kept yelling to Keep Those Shells Coming. So we worked in threes. One to turn the crank. One to hold the pencil. The other to take the too-thick sharpened stub to the gunners.