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A middle-aged man with a big beard and a paratrooper tattoo on his arm slammed his fist on the wooden bar, making the glasses jump, “Robert Connor! I know him! A hard-ass from the 101st Division! Now you’re telling me his wife and kid were beaten to death by the fucking cops over a bank loan?! And where is he? MIA? Probably rotting in Indiana mud!”
Another veteran, wearing a beret cap and missing an ear, coldly said, “I’ve always said they would take everything from you! ...
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