From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

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Helicopter blades beat the air, chopping through his mind as mortars exploded and soldiers screamed.
A cold, moist nose nudged his hand, pulling him from his nightly rerun.
High above Grandad’s old truck, millions of stars danced through the sky, and he thanked each for seeing he made it home, alive.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Great post!
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Thank you Joy.
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You are welcome, was glad it ended well. 🙂
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Wow. Just Wow!
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Thanks ✨💕✨
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for the reblog, my friend. 💕❤💕
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Happy to share with followers, My Dear!
xoxoxo
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