Part Two:
Pyrrhic Victories
"My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone."
- William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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Historical Fiction"What are little girls made of?" Cutting off all of her hair, faking a medical examination, and signing up for the paratroopers aren't feats that were necessarily easy to achieve. They also weren't done out of a desire to prove oneself, or to demons...
