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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>How this man reacted under pressure would make or break his future within the Organisation.Taken from his home at the age of eighteen, the young man had spent his most impressionable years under the scrutiny of selection commanders looking for the ideal operator. Pushed to his limits time and time a..</description>
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			<title>The Organisation</title>
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			<title>The Window</title>
			<description>The door to ones soulThe window of understandingHis eyes hazing with the falling tearHis sky blue eyes darkeningDay after day these eyes watch as they passGasping and glaringWatching and staringHoping for something to happenNow he sits and listens from behind the barsEars perk up at the sound of a c..</description>
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			<title>Simplicity</title>
			<description>SimplicityThe basic attribute of a child's mindGood/BadRight/WrongTasty/NastyHiding/SeekingHow is it that as time flies, we lose track of such a basic ideaWe no longer see right and wrongBut a series of shades of grayThe world accepts that there is an in betweenSomewhere murky and dark The world as ..</description>
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			<title>Time Flys</title>
			<description>With wings of uncertainty time fliesWithout a set course or directionWith increasing obstacles and hurdlesIgnoring the decisions madeFlying by the consequencesWho knows were it could end upWho knows what it will have passedNavigate the hurdlesPonder the decisionsConsider the consequencesThen Let tim..</description>
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			<title>7th June 1944</title>
			<description>Imagine hell, now imagine it ten times worse. That is what I have just fought through.My platoon boarded a Landing craft after a journey in a ship which I never want to repeat ever again. Saying that the trip in the landing craft wasn't exactly top class. We landed on the beach, a ..</description>
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			<title>5th June 1944</title>
			<description>They told us today that it was happening tomorrow, this will be it. The big day, the day that every single man has been preparing for for the last four years. Sure we've all be off on an operation in some far off country here and there. Old Neville was in Africa just a few days ago b..</description>
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			<title>3rd June 1940</title>
			<description>I made it! After days of waiting on the beach, watching thousands of ships spilling into Dunkirk while the German planes buzzed overhead like angry bees. To be honest I was surprised they were attacking the beach by land, one strong attack would have wiped out most of our forces.Lu..</description>
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			<title>27th May 1940</title>
			<description>We lost Jack yesterday. Another day on the front, hour after hour awaited us and we walked in line, one after the other, a long snake of men struggling to the front. We were weighed down with equipment, my rifle was constantly hitting my leg, bloody pain the arse. well. leg. And my h..</description>
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			<title>Extracts from the diary of an Unknown Soldier</title>
			<description>A group of diary enteries following the life of an unknown soldier through World War Two</description>
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			<title>My Mind</title>
			<description>As I look into the darkening to sky my mind again beings to wonderWalking through fields of green and goldUnderneath the bright blue sky&amp;nbsp;My feet are bare but I feel no painThe ground is soft with flowersAnd my hands brush through the delicate wheat stalks&amp;nbsp;My..</description>
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			<title>They Say</title>
			<description>A single drop in the ocean they sayNothing in the great scheme of things they sayAnd yet a drop in the ocean causes ripplesRipples that rush across the surfaceDisrupting and ruining the peaceful harmony of the silent LakeAnd yet, they sayThe ocean is not affected by these..</description>
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			<title>Cut short by the sound of a gun</title>
			<description>I have no personal experience of suicide, but here is my view, ideas about the act.</description>
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			<title>Try Telling Them</title>
			<description>Try telling a man with no family and no home that there is hopeTry telling a woman with no future, no life that there is hopeTry telling a child with no mother or father that there is hopeTry telling a newborn baby with no family, no future that there is hope&amp;nbsp;Try telli..</description>
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			<title>The Split</title>
			<description>The bangingThe CrashingThe ScreamingThe Wailing&amp;nbsp;The sound of plates hitting the newly decorated kitchen walls,An over-turned chair, a broken vaseThe fighting begins once again&amp;nbsp;Usually it only lasts for a few minutesHeated words fired across the roomPie..</description>
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			<title>Take It</title>
			<description>I see herThe oneThe onlyI watch herHer hair flowsHer smile shinesShe stands surroundedBut aloneShe is my oneMy onlyMy words are lostShe walks on byMy heart beats a love songI see her passMy chance is thereTake itTake it</description>
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			<title>Life, Love</title>
			<description>LifeWhat is Life?But a single spark in a darkened skyThe words of so many become the ink for so fewThe lives of many wastedThe spark snuffed out in a secondAnd now the sky is darkeningThe light is fading and becoming dimUntil almost nothing is left&amp;nbsp;But Love...</description>
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