+""that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up—take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now."
— Apr 20, 2020 04:41AM
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