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It is a little strange that these stories exist, since I have never served in the military and have remarkably few relatives that have. In reality, many of these stories deal with themes of longing, loneliness, and lying - just like real life, military or not. The story given here is about a part of the World I have never seen, and about a war I know only from history books. |
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