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They walk along the corridors with heavy boots and tension burning in their shoes, their rifle is fixed across their chest in a special position and their bodies laden with weapon up to their neck. They have a pocket for everything and storage zipped beneath their shoes and a double lining under their sleeve with a special data that cannot be revealed. 

They are marching in time, thousands of them in line wearing well pressed uniform and slick hairstyle parading up and down the length and breadth of the corridor making sharp turns and going around in circles. 

Multitudes of them assemble in the yard practicing a drill for a special mission; they are no volunteer they have more than two years training over there. They know the terrain up and down and how to fight with bare back and disguise in women’s frock, it is not the movie that you see, its hard core reality to rescue you and me. 

They come from the east and form alliance with the west, they come from the north and make peace with the south, their shrewdness is unmatched and they can spring from the ground and do a summersault in the trees and break the enemy’s knees. 

They are ready for battle and this is a new form of bravery, they can fight on the ice and they can roll in the snow and take down a thousand men in seconds without lifting their weapons. They can use a dart and a sword and throw it from a distance to open the door. 

The corridors of time are full of techniques, it teaches you to fight with your bare hands and your knees. They can beat you with their bare hands and they can put out your daylight with a choke hold that withered your soul.  

Their accuracy is precise and they know how to roll the dice they can throw a dart from a hundred meters and take down a giant kneeling at the altar. If precision is what you seek you can get it from the battalion that fight on their belly and their knees. 

Travel with me to the corridor of time and I will take you to Normandy to see the divine, our army is different and they don’t have an appointment in heaven, their appointment is here on earth and they promise to spill the blood of their enemies for them to feel where it hurt.  

Normandy was a trap and that horror of the day is still on Adolf Hitler’s back , all the seagulls will fall on the beach and you must continue to press on until you cover the enter beach. 

Come travel with me to the corridors of time.
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