1942 - EliteKaidon

1942

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Reads 17
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Parts 2
Time 11m

1940s action fiction historical warfare wwii

Frits Jansen is a Dutch soldier, he is fighting in World War II. Frits does not know of the dangers of Vlarsol and it's plans, and he is about to find out.All Rights Reserved

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Sixty-one-year-old Otto Schneider sits his study on the night of his birthday, reminiscing about the War. He does not know what drew him to do this, but he steels himself to remember a combination of heartwarming and horrid stories. Although this story is fiction, the experiences of Otto are experiences shared by an incomprehensible number of faceless soldiers who marched into conflict fueled by society's expectations, only to be mowed down by people who were just the same as they were.

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Sixty-one-year-old Otto Schneider sits his study on the night of his birthday, reminiscing about the War. He does not know what drew him to do this, but he steels himself to remember a combination of heartwarming and horrid stories. Although this story is fiction, the experiences of Otto are experiences shared by an incomprehensible number of faceless soldiers who marched into conflict fueled by society's expectations, only to be mowed down by people who were just the same as they were.

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