prologue

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I took a deep breath and stepped onto to crowded bus, not daring to look behind myself in fear of running back towards my parents and my fiancé. I was scared, actually, I was terrified, but as I sat down among the other young recruits, I knew I was where I belonged. I am a soldier, always have been, always will be. It something I've always wanted and now I'm finally going to get it.

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