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Story: Valiant Begins
"Some men are born great,
Some achieve greatness,
And some have greatness thrust upon them."
-Shakespeare, 'Twelfth Night', Act 2, Scene 5
May 14th 1943
He gasped as his lungs filled with air for what felt like the first time. Disoriented, he falls off the bed he was apparently in, hitting the floor with a loud thud. The next thing he became aware of was intense burning pain coursing throughout his body. Orderlies and Military Police Officers come to his aid, lifting him up off the ground (of which the tile floor was significantly cracked from his fall). What was going on? He struggled against these people, the disorientation leading to nausea and dizziness.
In his endeavors to free himself, he failed to notice how hard it was for these people to keep the hysterical man down. Failed to notice how much BIGGER he was, or how much stronger too. It took twelve people to get him back into bed, by this time a doctor had
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