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Sergeant Storm: I look at that boy dyin', I don't feel nothin'. I don't care about nothin' anymore.
First Sgt. Edward Welsh: Sounds like bliss.
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Private Witt: [voice over] We were a family. How'd it break up and come apart, so that now we're turned against each other? Each standing in the other's light. How'd we lose that good that was given us? Let it slip away. Scattered it, careless. What's keepin' us from reaching out, touching the glory?
Paul Gleeson
Extended Reading
