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Hamid’s Radio, a microstory of war


Hamid re-opened his eyes and saw a tank moving towards him. At distance deafening sound of grenades accompanied visuals of flying body parts. Strangely, none of it affected Hamid, he was only focused on landmines that would blow up any time now, destroying the Tank. Another blast nearby forced him to close his eyes and duck back in the ditch. When he opened his eyes again, the Tank had successfully crossed the barbwire fence, and he found himself staring down at the artillery gun aimed at him. His radio unit kept buzzing long after the Tank had crossed over Hamid’s company.


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