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“If it saves lives, a dishonourable defeat in war is an honourable act! Where people die, there is no honour, no victory, no winning! A war is not fought to save the future of future generations, because every generation is valuable, every generation has the right to live! Any action aimed at further shortening the already limited lifespan of humankind is despicable!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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