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... But why? To regular soldiers, the Division Commander was someone so high up in the pecking order that they couldn't possibly even look up at them. In that case, what would the Division Commander be like to a director-level officer such as Ha Jin-Nam? To an officer, a division commander was basically like a god.

To a regular soldier, a division commander simply came across as someone holding a fairly high office. Sure, said person wielded enough power to cut down a mountain with a single ...

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