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Our mission was successful. We killed the primary target and obtained more intelligence about future planned attacks on Israeli citizens. But I couldn’t celebrate our victory. I was too bogged down in worry about whether I’d made a mistake by letting the man live, along with a new myriad of doubts about the entire principle of our war. After the mission, I didn’t tell anyone what I’d done. It was good to at least confess to Uri about my internal struggle, but there was only one person I could confide in completely. If there was anyone who could help me sort my thoughts, it was her. Aliza wasn’t just my sister; she was my twin. We had a deep-seated bond that was usually only found in identical twins who shared the same DNA. I could sense when she was upset, and she was the only one who coul
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