Stockton, CA

On my way up to Grass Valley to dig around in my storage unit, I found a little warrior.


He was a proud soldier, excited to join up, until he was assigned to his battalion. His brothers were all assigned to fight with the Harvesters.


"Nothing runs like a Deere," his brothers would taunt.


But a true soldier understands loyalty, even when it means standing alone.

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