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	<title>Comments on: D-Day</title>
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	<description>ROBO is not free ROBO. The heart was produced by ROBO in much fighting.</description>
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		<title>By: Cold Feelings &#187; Obscurorant 2.0</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cold Feelings &#187; Obscurorant 2.0</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Mr. Fussell, who I&#8217;ve mentioned previously, has a personal connection to the events: I was a twenty-one-year-old second lieutenant of infantry leading a rifle platoon. Although still officially fit for combat, in the German war I had already been wounded in the back and the leg badly enough to be adjudged, after the war, 40 percent disabled. But even if my leg buckled and I fell to the ground whenever I jumped out of the back of a truck, and even if the very idea of more combat made me breathe in gasps and shake all over, my condition was held to be adequate for the next act. [...]</description>
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