Thread:Peashooter Winmo/@comment-35148987-20181117194944

I imagine myself in Damascus, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop Alawite dogs from advancing. We mow down Alawite dogs but they keep coming. I shoot Nusayr dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering Nusayr, since they are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn’t fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. Mukhabarat were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see Tengri smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in my homeland. My brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven.. 