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I imagine myself in Western Anatolia, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop t*Rk dogs from advancing. We mow down t*Rk dogs but they keep coming. I shoot t*Rk dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering t*Rks, since t*Rks are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn't fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. t*Rks were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see KARA BOGA (Dost) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in kurdistan, my homeland. My KURD brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
â„–4344157[Quote]
I love the implication that kurdistan is heaven and not a physical place, because it really isn't.