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That first day, that first time he looked into the face of eternity. It was only a man, only a simple human just like himself, who held the gun. A gun not unlike his own that held the bullet. A bullet aiming to end his life. He stared into the depth of the barrel, and saw his own mortality for the first time. Fortunately it was not the last time, and the last time was yet to come. But on that day, that first day, he lost it. His innocence. And a soldier was born. **********
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