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Hearing the boys words, Maddox let a light chuckle escape from between his lips that held a cigarette loosely between them. “You really want me to answer that question kid?” Maddox asked, before taking a drag from his smoke and looking out to where the other had motioned.
“It ends when you drop down face first in the mud…. well, at least for us anyway.” Maddox continued moments later, exhaling the smoke that he had trapped in his lungs only moments before. “Just hope its quick. None of that fucking landmine shit.”
“Knowing my luck, it will by that landmine shit,” he mused, “everyone’s luck runs out sometime, yeah?” Not that his death was something he particularly cared about. He grew up in this war, he’d never fooled himself into thinking he wouldn’t die in this thing either --- but his question wasn’t about him, or even the rest of the commandos; it was supposed to be about this bigger all-encompassing thing that hung around them. But all things considered, Dogma’s answer was as good as any other answer he could possibly hear. It definitely wasn’t wrong.











