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A small secretion gave him away, the tough marine who had yomped in a day from San Carlos to Stanley, served in Helmand, but now was defeated by the tiniest hand that gripped his finger and wouldn't let go, he swallowed hard, no feelings could show the chink in his armour, that hard carapace, as that small secretion rolled down his face from eyes that looked down, completely undone by this scrap of humanity, his firstborn, his son.

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