The morning sun rises over the mountain range. A cool breeze drifts down into the valley. The barracks are cold. The sounds of a generator fill the once quiet morning. I slide silently out of bed, slipping on my uniform. Another cold morning. I smile gently. This valley really is something. So is this country. I turn to you. We really could use some heaters. Or at least some extra blankets. I laugh softly, watching my breath.
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5The Butcher Gang
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