Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. To hide my precious private part on top.But it was of no use as the saree was yellow and bit transparent, it was not doing its job of covering the boobs properly, but anyway I was quickly getting ready made few touch up to look fresh, then I pulled my hairs from the back and let it fall to my front side so that at least they would cover but it was no use, then I made a decision and covered my left boob completely with my hair to the front and the right boobs with my hands folding across as it. We would give simulated first aid, fill out a battle tag and the injured victim would be evacuated to the nearest hospital. They would then be treated and returned back to their outfit. During our training, one of my marines brought me a baby bunny, which he had accidentally kicked while crawling through some bushes, fracturing its left leg. After I splinted the bunny’s leg and tagged him he was transported by stretcher-bearers to a jeep, driven to a helicopter, and flown to the nearest.Read More
