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I cant sleep and i just got done watching part of a foreign movie. It was about a young guy, a marine during WWII. He had himself a nice girlfriend back home who he loved dearly. During his absence over seas, he hurt a person, and he had promised his girlfriend that he would never do that. On that summer night, he had just received a new rifle. It happened abrubtly--out of nowhere. One night, he got a letter from his girlfriend where she explained that one of her friends had gotten a handgun and was caught up in some crimes associated with it, and brought up if he had preserved his promise of not hurting anyone. Of course, he knew he had. With cold feet, he simply wrote yes--he had shot himself while fumbling with the rifle: afterall, it was new and they only received new equipment once a year. This hurt her more than it hurt him. She consequently imagined him as being disfigured--a different person--someone who she did not know all along. This was not the case. Though he had taken a hit, he was wearing steel-toe boots. He was still the same person, inside and out. He explained this to her in his reply, but unfortunately it would take up to a day for the shipment planes to fly out; up to 5 or even a month to get a response and make things normal once again.
That's where I stopped...gonna finish watching it tomorrow, I hope.
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