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			<title>The First Mission</title>
			<description>When I got back to the machine I was surprised that I was even in the military. I looked my self over, no tattoos, guess it was time to get one.&quot;Sir. We request your audience&quot; said the scientist&quot;All right I'm coming. You have anything that can heal me quicker?&quot;&quot;No sir. Sorry&quot;&quot;It's fine&quot; I sl..</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>When we finished breakfast I learned a little more about my children. After an hour or two I heard a knock at the door.&quot;Honey! Can get the door! Thanks!&quot; I shouted&quot;Ok John!&quot; She shouted from down the hall. I saw her leave the room she was in than disappear from view.&quot;It's for you John!&quot;&quot;Ok i..</description>
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			<title>The Family</title>
			<description>   &quot;John is that you?&quot; Came a feminine voice   &quot;Who are you and how do you know my name!!&quot; I almost shouted. The door opened and she walked into the room.   &quot;It's me honey. Your wife.&quot; She said sadly &quot;don't you remember&quot;   &quot;I'm sorry but I don't remember.&quot; I replied   &quot;In do course he will r..</description>
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			<title>The Awakening  </title>
			<description>    She watched as he was shot. Once, twice, three times, four, five, he fell onto the floor still determined to accomplish his mission. She watched dreadfully because she was supposed to cover this man, for after all she was a marksman, trained to use the sniper. But she watched as her comrade, lay..</description>
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			<title>Last man standing</title>
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