I will e'en ascend thee, thou biped perilous!—but not fast, not fast; for I am giddy as a windmill, and the wits are flying out of me in legions.
They are nobodies. They could be silenced tomorrow. They are sheroes, to the world.
Are Pax Romana, Pax Hispanica, and Pax Americana aspects of the same Quixotic venture and the “impossible dream?”
Unaware of her compatriots' fate, Aaron Ward found herself staring down the gun barrels of Kirishima, a fight that did not end well for the destroyer, which was soon dead in the water.
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