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... some were fathers of children, some were children of fathers.
Those who used to greet each other in the village were now lifeless, the childhood friend from the same village lost a leg, the familiar faces passed by several times ceased breathing.
But no one had the time to grieve.
They steadily carried the limbless soldiers, hugged the dying children, and closed the eyes that would never open again.
The remaining limbs and corpses were efficiently thrown into the ...
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