The Army spent billions developing a secret code.
When I was in the army they were working on a secret code: "One" meant "I don't know."
I didn't listen to the rest of it. I just walked around in the army saying "one" to everybody.
Bombs were blasting. People were dying all around me. "One! One!" I kept shouting. "Don't you die on me, you motherfucker!"
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