52 Photos #19


What a soldiers job really entails.
(Albowin 2011)

PS. All the red scribbles at the bottom are the already dead bad guys.

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Anonymous said…
I didn't know that we were fighting a war on Mars! That's awesome! :D
October 14, 2011 at 2:07 PM
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