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It is hard to descibe the wonderous feeling a seasoned fighter gets when they arrive at Cooper's Lake Campground. All year has been a preporation for this and that moment of arriving seems to float slowly by you. Of course then it ends and you are deluged with the sights, sounds, and activities of war. In my usual fashion I ignore all this and proceed to fight and then sit around the campfire. Thus I usually have little to say and few pictures but thanks to Nicholas the Bastard I have pictures to complament my boring narative.
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