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In times of war, a soldier possess no time to grieve over his fallen comrades. In the heat of battle, a warrior cannot afford to stop and grieve over the lost and departed. It is not until the quiet of sleep or the peace earned from a long struggle do the memories weigh his tired mind and wrestle with his bruised emotions. 2:30 AM, and [Name] engaged in such a battle. She counted the grooves in the stone ceiling. She listened to the sorrowful moan of the autumn wind rustling the bare trees. The tired rays of the pale moon glowed behind dark, billowing clouds. She figured a storm was brewing. She perceived the calm breaths of the slumbering s