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Johnny Chet Short Story

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I grin at the thought of Chet, for the little Irishman was by turns irritating and hilarious, but no matter what, he was always THERE, ready to back us up whenever we needed him, and underneath all that blue-eyed bluster was a heart of gold, and we all knew, even Johnny, that his pranks were never meant out of malice, but out of affection and friendship, because despite his occasionally bristly and annoying manner, Chet was loved by us as a brother, and he loved us in return, and that's why it hurt so damned much when he died…the six of us at Station 51 were brothers, through thick and thin, bound not by blood but respect and admiration, for all of us were aware that at any given moment, we may have been called on to render the supreme sacrifice

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