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And so our unpressurized military transport plane nose-dived down. My inner ear blossomed with almost unimaginable pain, my stomach took a wrong turn into my chest. It was like a roller coaster, if the roller coaster were designed by a sadistic clown and if, rather than an amusement park, it deposited you into a war-ravaged country.
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