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Losing another. Well. Not really losing, I hope. And the country is gaining. Definitely. Of all the students I've sent off to uniformed service, Paul is the strongest, fastest, and (though not by much) the smartest. He's got a natural talent for hand to hand and bladed weapons, and he's an excellent shot. He's disciplined. Very. He'll do fine. I hope. I really hope. It's never easy for me, though.