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	<title><![CDATA[Military Minifigures The Letter Home]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[Private Danny O'Shea sat in a ruined farmhouse, a pencil in his hand, a scrap of paper on his knee. Outside, the guns rumbled. Inside, he wrote to his mother.<br /><br />"Dear Mom,<br /><br />I'm alive. That's all I can say for sure. I think of you every day-your cooking, your voice, the way you hugged me when I left.<br /><br />The guys here are good. We take care of each other. Some won't make it home. I pray I will.<br /><br />Tell Dad I love him. Tell my sister to study hard. Tell everyone I'm doing my best.<br /><br />I'll be home soon. I promise.<br /><br />Your son,<br />Danny"<br /><br />He folded the letter, tucked it into his pocket, and picked up his rifle. The war waited. But so did home. That was enough. That was everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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