Another warblog entry involving my cousin:

"Before I go out onto a bridge in the turret of an armored vehicle in a war zone during an electrical storm I’m going to…” Squeak paused as he secured a cigarette between his lips and raised a lighter to its tip. Two flicks with the lighter and the tip of the cigarette was a glowing red ember. Squeak took a long drag, exhaled and finished, “…light a cigarette."

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