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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about American, Arizona with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Legend'
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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Legend about span, Comic, Book with the genre: Comics & Graphic Novels, Manga
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conversations.value: <span> A Comic Book Resources Top Comic of 2016 </span>
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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Legend about Elizabeth, Kady, Gregory with the genre: Romance, Contemporary
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conversations.value: Elizabeth Kady Long is 30 years old, an accomplished chef, and engaged to handsome Gregory Norman, her employer's son. While shopping for her wedding, she impulsively buys a large, dusty tin box at an antique shop. When she pries it open, she discovers an 1873 wedding dress and underpinnings, together with a photo of a family. Intrigued, she can't resist trying on the dress, and when she does, she's drawn back into the past. The year is 1873, the place is Legend, Colorado, and Cole Jordan is about to be hanged.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: The year is 1873, the place is Legend, Colorado, and Cole Jordan is about to be hanged.. Intrigued, she can't resist trying on the dress, and when she does, she's drawn back into the past. When she pries it open, she discovers an 1873 wedding dress and underpinnings, together with a photo of a family. While shopping for her wedding, she impulsively buys a large, dusty tin box at an antique shop.Elizabeth Kady Long is 30 years old, an accomplished chef, and engaged to handsome Gregory Norman, her employer's son
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Legend
  The magazine ended with a closing letter from Frank T. Mildren, the deputy commanding lieutenant general in Vietnam, who wrote: "You may leave this land of Vietnam—the jungles, mountains, and coastal plains—with that inner satisfaction of knowing you have served the cause of free men everywhere. The Republic of Vietnam and, indeed, our own nation, are greatly in your debt for your efforts. Now you are going home to rejoin your family and friends. They are proud of you and are anxiously awaiting your return."
  In direct contradiction to those words, Roy's orders advised him not to wear his uniform at airports, train stations, bus depots, and essentially anywhere in public, because there had been a number of conflicts between returning veterans and those who opposed the war. They were taking their frustrations out on the soldiers, calling them "baby killers," spitting on their boots, and perpetrating other hostile acts.
  But Roy continued to wear his uniform proudly. He wore it when he drove to Jacinto City outside Houston and knocked on the door of the house where Larry McKibben had grown up.
  Inside, he embraced Cecil and Maxine and held the framed photo of their son they took off the wall to show him, as well as the Distinguished Service Cross they had been presented. He told them how sorry he was for their loss, showed them his own DSC, and said he would not have been able to do what he did—and eight men would not have survived—if it weren't for their son's bravery. He said to them what he couldn't say to Larry McKibben, what very few Vietnam veterans would hear upon their return: "Thank you."
  AFTER ONE parachute jump—and one painful landing—at Fort Devens, Roy decided it was his last. His body couldn't take it. Six months into his temporary duty at Fort Devens, he moved to Fort Riley, Kansas, at the request of Major General Robert R. Linville, Commanding General, 1st Infantry Division—whom he had chauffeured in the past—to become the general's full-time driver. There, on November 20, 1969, Lala gave birth to their second daughter, Yvette Benavidez.
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conversations.value: Then, for ten pages, O'Connor recounted a condensed and appropriately militaristic play-by-play. While he had witnessed numerous heroic acts that day, he focused solely on Roy, who he believed was the only person whose voluntary actions that day warranted the Congressional Medal of Honor.
  He concluded with, "The above statement is to the best of my recollection,...but be advised that I was critically wounded myself and because of my condition I didn't see or can't recall other acts of heroism that Benavidez or other team members may have done. Please feel free to call me if you have any questions about the above statement."
  This new statement was submitted in summer of 1980 along with all the preceding documentation and statements that had been submitted yearly since Drake first resubmitted for the award upgrade on April 9, 1974. The package was also sent to then President Jimmy Carter for a second time, just as it had been sent to President Gerald Ford before him.
  O'CONNOR HAD been awarded the Bronze Star with Valor for his actions on May 2, 1968. Those few who were privy to the details of the mission—especially O'Connor's steadfast devotion to the CIDG, and his calm resolve even as his body failed him due to massive wounds—believed that he, too, deserved at least the Silver Star or perhaps the Distinguished Service Cross (which had been awarded to Wright and Mousseau). They felt that O'Connor should have pursued the upgrade of his own medal; his actions certainly warranted it. But O'Connor's mission was to see Roy's award, not his own, upgraded. He was proud of his Bronze Star with V.
  O'Connor was soon contacted by a member of the Decorations Board, the first of several interviews held to confirm and further question the validity of his statement.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: Thank you also to Doreen Agard, Troy Anderson, Michael Hennessy, Maxine Keene, and Dean Shumate for your contextual research and help organizing the mountains of information. Thank you, Herbert Friedman, for your help and your archives in psywarrior.com regarding the psychological operations during the Vietnam War. Thank you, Joe "Ragman" Tarnovsky, for sharing with me your time with the 240th and for always making it clear that though you weren't there on the May 2 mission, you wanted to be sure those who were there were honored. Thank you, Mark Byrd, for recounting your conversations with Robin Tornow, and Molly Young for the transcripts and DVDs of Roy's television appearances.
  Thank you, Chris Adams, for your detailed maps of the LZ, and Joe LeMonnier for the map of Vietnam and surrounding countries.
  Thank you, David Adams, Jason Amerine, Matt Baglio, Don Bendell, Brian Berry, Linda Bubela, Carol Cepregi, Shannon Crabtree, Jackie Erickson, Chuck Fisher, Matt Golsteyn, Don Kirk, Chris Kyle, Melanie Luttrel, Pete and Marcelle McAfee, Diana Moreno, Michael Palgon, Jay Redman, George Schlatter, Bob Schoultz, Scott Schwarte, Joy Sheppard, Tommy Spaulding, Rick Stewart, Janet Wendle, and Seymour Topping.
  Thank you to the hardworking, flexible team at Penguin Random House, including my editor, Roger Scholl, deputy publisher David Drake, Crown publisher Molly Stern, art director Chris Brand, production editor Robert Siek, interior designer Barbara Sturman, head of Design Elizabeth Rendfleisch, marketing director Jessica Miele, and senior publicist Penny Simon. Thank you to my talented longtime personal researcher and editor Rita Samols, who stays on call around the clock.
  To my children: Stories like this make me appreciate what a gift it is to be a father. Thank you for being you.