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Sweet village, peace enjoys retreat. Oh,
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who shall tune thy praise of song? One
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has to admit the words of the song have
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not aged well. Forgive this obvious
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truth. As a soldier, you have seen much.
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I must have reminded myself that the
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only way lies onwards. No point to
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adding in the past. However, the past,
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it seems, possesses a magnetic pool, an
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irresistible draw. Tell me, William,
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where do you find yourself regarding
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>> The past is a historian's [music]
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>> True. The lessons learned may keep us
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alive in the future. The village ahead
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bears more than a few fresh wounds and
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>> Tell me of the village
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what transpired here.
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>> The same afflictions that plague all
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these lands, past and future. Best you
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witness it yourself. Words turn tragedy
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into a carryion feast.
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>> Do you know if there are any survivors?
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I offer shelter, not salvation. I
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>> I seek a French soldier. Louie,
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>> that thick smoke at the village is rare.
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A distress signal, I presume, though you
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likely discern that without my aid.
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>> I'll be on my way.
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>> May you find safety on your path.
