I found a plane
A few years ago I strolled onto Marconi beach to get my daily exercise. The day started out like any other and as I walked down the beach I collected shells, rocks and enjoyed the beauty of nature. After walking about a mile I spotted something on the beach that would not only change my life but the life of others. This object was a 50 caliber bullet. For most people this would be just another object to add to a beach combing collection, but I needed answers. Why was an object of such violence l...
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