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			<title>Sentiment of Sarrow</title>
			<description>FREE</description>
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			<title>Obscured By Clouds</title>
			<description>WARNING!!! Very Distubing</description>
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			<title>The Cosmic Damnation</title>
			<description>A world where damnation plays by day and tortured, captive souls dream by night.  The Cosmic Damnation. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/992320/</link>
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			<title>The Face in the Window</title>
			<description>Thriller</description>
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			<title>Last Entry</title>
			<description>I guess it is time to finish the story. My dad was a hero, he was a brave man, he was a father. I never thought I would loose him, but I did. He always used to say to me &quot;millions died today, but trillions lived.&quot; I will never forget those words. As a read this journal, i realized that he never talk..</description>
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			<title>Entry 15</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May 21st 2007&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7 Confirmed KillsAn unexpected turn of events happened today. At about 1300 hours 2 AH-64 Army Apaches thundered over our trench causing us all to jum..</description>
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			<title>Entry 14</title>
			<description>1900 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 20th 2007Today left everyone with a false sense of security and hope. After wake up, roll call, and my morning watch, the 3rd Infantry soldiers arrived. It was about 1200 hou..</description>
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			<title>Entry 13</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 19th 2007Today I realized just what that attack did to us. We had lost 40 men and 23 were wounded. Of our entire battalion of 600 only 82 of us remained standing and operational. Among the d..</description>
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			<title>Entry 12</title>
			<description>Today at about 1200 hours the 75mm cannons ran dry for the Arabs. When the thunderous hellfire stopped everyone screamed, &amp;ldquo;attack!&amp;rdquo; and jumped to their feet. My squad and I grabbed our Kar98s and took up position. When I looked over the top&amp;nbsp;standing on&amp;nbsp;my firing step, I s..</description>
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			<title>Entry 11</title>
			<description>2100 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 17th 2007Today was spent waiting in anticipation of action and attack. I was one of the less cocky soldiers of the battalion, mainly because I believed I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t live through th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900712/</link>
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			<title>Entry 10</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 16th 2007Today was it, the final confrontation between the treacherous cokeliners and myself. To start the day we removed the 30 dead bodies from our trench and moved..</description>
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			<title>Endry 9</title>
			<description>2100 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May 15th 2007It happened, just as anticipated it happened. It was about 1200 hours we were all resting and tanning outside of our trench barracks. I slept with my helmet over my eyes. In ..</description>
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			<title>Entry 8</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May 14th 2007Today was basically a continuation of yesterday. The numbers came in; the mortar attack had left 17 dead and 28 wounded. Our trenches had been severely damaged and our ..</description>
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			<title>Entry 7</title>
			<description>1900 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May 13th 2007&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5 Confirmed KillsToday literally began with a bang. At about 0520 hours the battalion and I were all abruptly shaken awake by a thunderous..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900698/</link>
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			<title>Entry 6</title>
			<description>2100 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 12th 2007Today was your average non-combat day except for one incident. I arose at 6:30 AM, when my squad came to, I told them all to clean their Kar98s and to clean the Kar at least once each day. The sand really can ..</description>
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			<title>Entry 5</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 11th 2007&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was a long, hot day of probably the least violent of my days here so far. I got up in the morning and re..</description>
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			<title>Entry 4</title>
			<description>2100 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 10th 2007&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;11 Confirmed Kills&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am currently writing from inside the sandy trenches of the Arabs. As you can guess, we went over the top toady at 1615 hours. The Arab artillery sto..</description>
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			<title>Entry 3</title>
			<description>1900 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 9th 2007&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, we were scheduled to go over the top at 1615 hours today, in hopes of driving the enemy back and preventing another counterattack, but a massive sandst..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900693/</link>
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			<title>Entry 2</title>
			<description>2000 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May 8th 2007&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7 Confirmed Kills&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am writing to tell you about one of the greatest turnabouts so far. It was about 1500..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900691/</link>
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			<title>Entry 1</title>
			<description>2100 hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May 7th 2007&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Journal of Thomas Gage Braddock </title>
			<description>As U.S soldier gets drafted </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900680/</link>
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			<title>Dear Charlie</title>
			<description>A soldier at war writes a letter to his brother who has been injured and sent home. Subconscious mentioning of fate.. as he doesn't realize his brother has died.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ca011606/900675/</link>
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