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The inscription on the tomb: "Here lies Lester Moore. Four bullets from the forty-fourth. No less. No more."

You're my girl, beautiful as the last shot. Please don't worry, because the bullets go fast.

"Worm. Nothing. Nerd" - these words called me our "wonderful" Sergeant instructor in the summer of 1941.
More recently, the pinnacle of my fears was a bad mark in school. Now I await the Japanese bullets and bayonets.
Remember how I asked the recruiter: "what do I need to do"? I swear to God he looked right through me and said, "Do?! We're Marines, son. Our business is death."
Then there was the train, and the long road to San Diego. I was waiting for corps boot camp.

- I'm sorry for these iron bullets, but I had no choice.
Just admit it. You already killed me once and would not miss the opportunity to do it again.
Well, maybe so. Take care of yourself, dude.

The first bullet for you and one for me.
- No one dies today.
- Do you not understand? We've always been connected. It is inevitable.
You're right on that but hear me out, because I owe a lot to you. Thanks to you I became a better person, I became a better mother, thanks to you. You changed me.
We've changed each other.
- When I have to choose between the easy and right way - I think of you. I got better because I met you.
You can't even look at me.
Because in your eyes I see myself. I see you see me - a lost, ruined, dirty. I can feel it. Please, please, no more blood.
- Things are different now. Everything will be fine, it will help to fix it. This is my last gift.

- You know what to do?
- I am a thousand times. Once we got a bullet lodged an inch from the heart. However, it was a horse. And she died.

Know why I made these bullet holes? They recall that I almost lost. I look at them every day and promise myself the same thing when I first held you in my arms to protect you. I did all that I wanted, but it's a promise.

I wanted her to take pictures on the background of houses with character, rough, with potholes.
These potholes that you like so much, came from bullets that first hit the people.

In Paris the reign of three "K": cards, buckshot and slander.

Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it's over
The silence hits so hard.
In seconds my heart
A bullet fired from the darkness,
Helpless, I surrender
Bound by your love,
Something keeps me here
Poison on your lips.
Only when it's over,
The silence becomes unbearable.

- Bullet is better not to pull out.
Says the doctor with absolute mortality!?

- If something goes wrong and I get caught... I want to die from a bullet to the Norwegian, not German.
- Agreed.

Bullets fly, bullets. The soldiers sitting in the trenches.
Bullets fly too fast. The commander gives orders.
Our battalion shined his medals. Apparently he wants to go on the attack.
But he won't go first. Works great sniper.
As bullets fly, bullets. The commander gives orders.
The soldiers sitting in the trenches, because the bullets are flying.

Guns don't kill people, and bullets.
Guns do not kill people. Gloanele, yes.