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seemed to ramble on and on I watched his lips move twitching with each syllable I hated it every single time the sky behind his head was lit by aircraft landing lights some local insurgents had been seen moving up the valley his mouth kept going on and on and on and on and on hands gripped my forearms pulling them up until my hands touched his face it was raining the planes seemed to dance around each other like swallows around their nests the lights seemed to grow closer each time they blinked he pulled my arms I fell onto my knees he dragged me through the mud and grass I watched the lights get closer