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Amid the many horrors of the World War 1, I found one of
the worst to be the waiting – those quiet times of inactivity
when anticipation of the next attack weighed on me like a
pile of bricks. I might be lying in the mud along a creek bed
somewhere, completely oblivious to the cold, the wet
earth, or the smell of gunpowder still fresh in my nostrils. It
was those times of waiting that showed me I had nothing
else in my mind - no past, no future, no ideas. Just a raw
awareness of the moment.
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