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At dusk each day he would return exhausted. 

Children wailing.  A wife chewing on only her words.

A bowl mostly empty placed in front of him.

This was never going to be enough. 

“Something must be done,” he thought as he laced up his boots and reached for hat. 

“Something must be done.”  



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