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I imagine myself in Europe, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop dogs from advancing. We mow down dogs but they keep coming. I shoot dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering dogs, since dogs are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn’t fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. Dogs were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see KOT
BOĞA (Tengri) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in africa, my homeland. My KOT brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
