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"Men Aren't Moles; Crawl Out Of Those Holes"

Let's not romanticize or pretend we found paradise. The gentle calm that we obtained was just the eye of a hurricane. But to learn the names of "the enemy"...to play games with their infantry...to rejoice together on Christmas Eve, feels like nothing you'd believe. Such unbearable loneliness; where to begin on listing off things that I had missed? But for six days, we remembered how things were before, how things could be. How could things ever go back to how they were?

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