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Delta Company, 1973. The memorial wall stood silent in the morning mist. Fresh roses lay against the black granite, their petals still wet with dew. Someone had left a combat boot, polished to mirror shine, beside a faded photograph. The names watched, eternal sentinels in stone.

The morning comes with its familiar aches. His hands, rough as tree bark, grip the wooden handle of his tool. The air smells of earth and yesterday's rain. Simple work, honest work, but it fills his bones with a weight that even sleep cannot lift.

Yesterday, Ethan suggested I sell my house to help with their down payment. My home of thirty years, where I raised my daughter, where Sarah took her last breath. They see it as just another asset to liquidate. I remained silent.

If you choose the hospital, avoid the lower levels. Power is completely gone there. Stairwells are narrow and cluttered with debris. You can find medical supplies in the storage rooms, but bandages are limited. Stay near the windows for moonlight. The floors are hard and cold.

The wind sliced through the rusted barbed wire, a sharp reminder that winter was far from over. No one spoke; breath hung in the air like pale ghosts. They waited for the whistle, eyes fixed on the gray horizon, searching for a sign that the world still existed.

What turned the Soviet Union's greatest scientific triumph into its worst nuclear nightmare? In 1986, Chernobyl's reactor 4 exploded, but the real disaster wasn't the blast - it was the lies. Officials denied the danger while radiation poisoned thousands. The truth, like the invisible killer in the air, couldn't be contained.

A dark shadow fell across Europe. War had returned. Belgium stood small and exposed, trapped between warring giants. The drums of war grew louder. Danger crept closer every day. Belgium faced impossible choices, its fate hanging by a thread. In this time of great turmoil, the leadership of Belgium rested on the shoulders of one man. His name was Hubert Pierlot. He was the Prime Minister. He was a lawyer by training- a man of principle, deep conviction.

Gon, age 12, summer. After months of rigorous training, he discovered something profound. Each morning, he would climb the tallest tree in the forest, focusing his aura, connecting with nature. The first attempt took 4 hours. Day after day, he persisted, learning patience.