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Original writing The propaganda was all fake and a cunning trap, I felt betrayed, like a blunt dagger being forced into my gut. The joy filled smiles quickly turned into fear ridden faces, these men, young and old alike, once proud were shortly lived and replaced with fear. Fear..., in the end fear comes down to the horizon where life and death collide, like a path of destruction fear can neither be avoided nor terminated. Fear is every where; the mere smell of fear can drive a man insane, as I fully well know. My name is Thomas Patterson; I was there when the lives of many fell to the grim hands of fear. These men did not live up to there name back home, thought of as brave, strong, and immune of fear which they were up until the point where they stared fear in the face. This day of reckoning...

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