J Squad (collective)
The Grunts Who Die For Tomorrow
We die so others can win.
We're the grunts who die for tomorrow. Kimmel cracks jokes about the grave, Griff tries too hard to prove he's not scared, Ford clings to rules like they'll save him, and Nance already checked out. We're not the stars of this war—we're the noise. The mud. The forgotten. But yeah, we still pass the smokes and laugh anyway. Because what else are you gonna do?
What I'm Into: last cigarettes, bad odds, dirty jokes, the next ridge, each other
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