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“The fighting was horrendous. Bloodshed and death lie everywhere around us. It was not exciting, Vindhya. It is fearsome, and we were all scared out of our wits. There is no honour in battle but to protect you...There is no winning in War. There is only loss. People die on every side. How can any battle be won with such consequence and loss? I do not understand war. It’s so unfair, and so unjustified. We take innocent lives, yet we gain medals of highest honour and divine, sacred blessings. What is the sense of it?”

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An Angel's Misery

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