THE LIVING SOULS
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Be Brave! Be Brave! Be Brave!
These words echoed in his head.
"I can't give up now, I can't. I'll be a pride for my country"
He thought. He took a deep breath and tried to get up.
The physical pain he felt was nothing in front of his heartache.
Ignoring the vicious throbing, he stood up like a Brave Soldier, like a Hero!
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