Swords Into Ploughshares:
It began last night as I studied a bottle of water on my new designer side table supplied by Pauline my nurse on Sunday courtesy of Boots the chemist. At first I couldn't see it in the dark with only the light of street lights. Clear bottle. Clear water. Interesting! - - The tank commander stood and surveyed his burned out tanks and asked his men what happened? They had no idea, because they had been sleeping nearby, and not even the lookouts could tell because they had seen and heard nothing until the tanks exploded. The enemy picked up their small clear plastic drones with dummy birds inside them, saying to themselves, 'handy little tools this wonder, who thought of them?' Flying high enough to be seen only as birds and with clear propellers and casings slightly matt finished they had a laser weapons guidance system which could target any target for the guided weapons to begin the process of '' turning swords into ploughshares''. The next part of the process is all soldiers everywhere singing "the war is over now, - - - -".
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