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“War is society's dirty work, usually done by kids cleaning up some failure on the part of the adults.”

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Karl Marlantes
Karl Marlantes

Karl Marlantes is an American author born on December 24, 1944. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and critical reflections on war. more

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