Story 17:
The ship came. Then it left.
Story 18 (The Veteran's Confession):
I started the war. I won't say which side I was on--Union, Confederate; it doesn't matter. I was in love at the time, with someone, and had gotten no sleep the night before. Maybe that was why I pulled the trigger and fired that first shot. Or maybe I was just plain terrified.
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