Life's journey, of constant searching for that gratifying meaning to life. What's in joy and glory that we can feel each day? The rising sun? The sound of pelting rain? Or the sweet numbing sensation of chocolates?
A decommissioned entrance / exit of the tunnel.
Breathing hole... or ambush spot? It'd be a shame to march past this tree and have AK47s blowing the ankles to bits..
PC on a remnant of an American tank that made the mistake of driving over a landmine.
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