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There will be no more fear. I will not cower when they come now, sitting, waiting, loaded to the teeth. Completely free but I am a dead man. With my hand reaching above the cloud, the steel burning, the smell, everything just feels right. We'll march through the storm. Pilots with knives in their teeth. Just warning you, we shoot to kill. This is The Beginning.