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Jalapenohitchhiker
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By the time the sun had started to set, the line had already come to a halt and tents were being set up again. Because of his disability, Willem could not assist them. Instead he chose to sit up against a nearby tree and watch as they put together their fires and collected food from the wagons. He had to admit that he did not see ruthless southern soldiers before him. They were just men who were doing their jobs without question, just like any other soldiers. A pang of guilt flooded him as he wondered how many of them he must have killed in the war so far. It did not bare thinking about. He did what he did to protect his people, or at least that was what he told himself.