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300 Despite the harness holding him in place, the man rocked with every pocket of turbulence and the rattle from the equipment strapped to him was loud enough to pierce the thick respirator that covered his face. Once again he reached up to scratch at the itch under his eye,Read More →

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Private James Olark huddled against the rough bark of the Owlee tree, which jabbed and clawed at him despite the thick camouflage fatigues he wore. The heavy tube of the missile launcher pressing against his back wasn’t helping either, but the 103rd Lorian Light Company prided itself on its disciplineRead More →