Sons of Georgia!
Of Atlanta!
My Brothers and Sisters.
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of Jackets fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
An hour of dawgs and shattered...
We have zero chance. I have no hope at the moment. But I can let the hate flow through me and warm my soul. **** the dormers, but I am done with that putrid mess.
Put a knife in their bus tires, hope the team all catch food poisoning, understand that in military terms its a suicide mission...
This hurt. I expect next week to hurt, and I don't know what I need to see to have hope that next year won't just be a sysiphian repetition of the last 3 years
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