A friend of mine is dying. He may be gone by
the time you read this. We called each other brother, and meant it.
He is dying of the war in Viet Nam. After many missions, he had never been hit by any bullet. But then a water buffalo got him.
They were headed back to camp when it surprised them, and they pumped the creature full of lead. At the last moment, it came back to life and charged my friend, tossing him on its horns again and again and again.
Given up for dead, he got evacced and put back together by sheer chance.
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