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He had never panicked, not once in his life. Not while bullets were flying and bombs were bursting all around him. He had been scared then, as any sane person would be. But that was not the same as panicked. It was actually the difference between surviving or not. “John, are you okay?” “I’m good,” he said curtly, though he really wasn’t. My brother, a traitor and a murderer? No, I am definitely not good. “So I guess that answers my question,” she said. “What question?” “You thought your brother was innocent, didn’t you?” “Maybe I did.” “I can understand that, John. It’s natural.” “Is it?” he said heatedly. “It doesn’t feel natural. None of this does.” “So what are you going to do?” asked Carson. “My CO gave me some leave time.” “And he also told you to stay away from this sucke
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