Dum spiro, pugno. “While I breath, I fight.” Let’s not let him down, folks.
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He stood composed, the wind pushed him. The trees waved and leaned above and around. Clouds considered rain, though retained a deep grey. Birds, breeze and his own breathing a convalescence of harmony. He was alone. Standing as if on a horse, the ancient position...
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The Greenland drama is amusing but reality about the players is rather sobering. A casual look at Russia's habitual military presence in the Arctic for generations dispels any illusion. Europe is presently making lots of noise in a scheduled exercise in Greenland to...
