Realizing the kitchen was open for veterans in a ravaged neighborhood, my comrades and I ran in and ate everything. We even took some food back to our encampments. After stuffing our face, knowing that everyone was off to war, we ate seconds with plenty left over. We all got to enjoy the finer things in life. This was our only true taste of freedom, everyone left to fight while most of us veterans got to stay home and eat in the kitchens and serve ourselves for free. We even got to sleep in the homes left vacated because of the draft. I guess the pendulum of fortune finally swung our way because everything was left behind for us. Some of us even found new girl friends and wives. How odd was this, the tides had completely turned.
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