It’s a strange kind of heroism, the kind that leaves no statue behind. No medals pinned. No graves with names. Just silence. And a line in a declassified file. They called it the Cold War, but for the ones who lived inside it, it burned.
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It’s a strange kind of heroism, the kind that leaves no statue behind. No medals pinned. No graves with names. Just silence. And a line in a declassified file. They called it the Cold War, but for the ones who lived inside it, it burned.