All those people... had suffered. They had died. He had to hear them screaming at night. He had to smell and feel their own blood. He had to look at their bodies. And somehow... their own spirits had been used to destroy him and everyone else forced into the draft.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
But why would that happen? He doesn't care how it happened anymore. But why would that happen.]
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All those people... had suffered. They had died. He had to hear them screaming at night. He had to smell and feel their own blood. He had to look at their bodies. And somehow... their own spirits had been used to destroy him and everyone else forced into the draft.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
But why would that happen? He doesn't care how it happened anymore. But why would that happen.]