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Lots of individual shots. They are probably shooting at the towers again, but I hear no automatic rifle fire. Faster now, and there’s a small boom. It’s almost unreal, to actually be typing this as I listen to men shoot at each other a short distance away. I’m sitting on my bunk, balancing the laptop on my lap while I drink a diet Pepsi. Soon I have to finish getting dressed, if I want to make breakfast. The sounds outside always seem closer than they really are, anyways. Unless it really is close - then it just sounds LOUD. This doesn’t sound so LOUD.

The shooting dies away as I pull on my boots.