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Male | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
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EXTRACT: Though my mother always talked about tripping and landing on her nose against the post of the woodshed or feeling dizzy and falling, probably low blood pressure she said. Nothing to worry about. So many accidents, always her fault, not looking where she was going, not noticing there was something in the way. That was my cross. For years, I couldn't drink. Only at mass. One sip once a week from the silver cup the priest held out to me, that was all I took.... Then the war came and I became a soldier. Everything changed.
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EXTRACT: I crawled through the stink doctor, crawled to a better position so I could see what was going on... spy on my own village... We had to be careful you see... We were laughing about being so careful... But when I got near I felt... it didn't feel right...