N. M. Journal, Page 29

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May 2, 1997

I've always wondered what it would feel like to die. I suppose it depends on how. If you die in your sleep, it would be like drifting into whatever lay beyond. If you were to die by blood loss or starvation, it would be slow and painful. If you were to suffocate, you would suffer for a few minutes, and then lose consciousness.

Now, before the battle that will surely end this war, I know it will happen either today, or later in life. I'm hopping the latter, but the universe has already decided.

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