The tension was unbearable,
standing in a slowly diminishing line.
Others wending their way back, having completed their mission.
Some smiling, some grimacing, one thing in common.
He stood stonefaced, giving nothing away, shaking inside.
He was in the army, he couldn't run
but he was terrified of needles and had to have his shots.
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