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“They say in death our war is over. I don't believe that.”

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Book:Tet

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“I never liked telling war stories. Some men love to tell them. Hell, some men need to. They need to convince themselves that the war is over. But I'm not one of them.”

Anger Ptsd War Story Eugene Paul Allor Paul Tucker Tet

Book:Tet

Source: Tet

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Author:Mlungisi Simelane

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Author:Jim Morris

“I just call a volunteer standing two steps next to me who holds his head out for too long after the shot. At that moment, his head jolts, the familiar and terrible dull sound of the bullet’s impact sounds, and the man slowly collapses. The bullet penetrated the forehead and tore off half the skullcap behind. Still mid-fall, he claws his hands into the wound and smears himself over and over with his own brain. It was a terrible sight.”

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Book:The Other Trench: The WW1 Diary and Photos of a German Officer

Source: The Other Trench: The WW1 Diary and Photos of a German Officer

“You know what, Rodel?” He reached across the table for my hand. “Everything is new when I’m with you. Food tastes better. Colors look brighter. Music is sweeter. I feel hungry for the world again. I want to go to the places I’ve skipped, I want to share them with you—show you who I am, who I was, who I can be.”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“I will remember the perfect oval of your face, the warmth of your throat, the way you hold a pen when you write. Most of all . . .” He cupped my chin, his eyes roving over my upturned face. “I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“My eyelids drooped, but I didn’t want to miss any of it—the way his fingertips were tracing the outline of my lips, the way his beautifully proportioned body felt against mine, the flecks of harvest gold in his sky-blue eyes. “Remember this.” He brushed the hair off my neck and breathed a kiss there. “When you’re curled up with your books on a rainy afternoon in England, remember how you painted my world with your colors. Remember your rainbow halo.” “I will.” A hot ache grew in my throat. He was already saying goodbye. “I’ll remember. For the rest of my life.”

Book:From His Lips

Source: From His Lips

“I crave you, Rodel. In the most innocent ways. I lie awake in my bed at night, thinking of you down the hallway, wanting nothing more than to hold you. I want to stroke your hair until you fall asleep. I want to give you forehead kisses when you’re down. That’s all I allow myself. I don’t go any further.”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“His eyes were so impossibly blue, it was like he had the whole sky inside of him.”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“I wish I could explain to you what that voice does to me. I wish I could explain to you how you make me feel. I don’t think I’ll ever fall as hard and as fast for anyone, the way I fell for you. I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone the way I love you.”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti