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... aged a few hours of restless sleep, his mind haunted by the images of blood, bodies, and the cold, merciless reality of war.
He hadn't even changed his uniform yet, the dried blood of the battle still staining his sleeves.
Then came the distant rumble of heavy military trucks.
His instincts screamed danger.
Within moments, he was out of his bunk, pistol strapped to his belt as he stepped outside, blinking against the early morning light.
And there it was. ...
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