Somewhere in China, a thin young 13-year-old boy stood tall, a rifle with bayonet erect in his hands, but shockingly, was missing one leg. Yet his face looked firm and resolved, his home was lost, family gone. He had learnt early, only to fight he was born. Cheers rejoiced as families cried, they hugged and smiled, kids came out of their homes finally with no cries. The young boy saw these giggles, he wanted to protect them. But the war was now over, that sight brought envy, and he only wished he had the luck of a four-leaf clover.
Marvel: Mr. President [COMPLETE]
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