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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Reaper about Navy, American, British with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author is a retired Navy medical officer. He has long been a student of early American and British Naval History. Since reading his first Alexander Kent novel, Mike has spent many hours reading the great authors of sea fiction, often while being "haze gray and underway" himself.
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Reaper about span>This, EXCELLENT!!!!</span with the genre: Romance, Romantic Suspense.
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conversations.value: <span>This was violent, bloody, romantic and EXCELLENT!!!!</span>
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Reverend, Diamond, Dagger with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Reaper'
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Reaper
  They all knew that I was struggling and throughout the two-thousand-meter run to the objective they offered words of encouragement and support. I should have figured that, even though we were getting dropped off so near to the objective, the pace was going to be really high—especially with the presence of all those explosives. We had to get there before anybody could detonate the stuff. I ran with my head down the entire time, puking a little bit, a thin liquid, carrying my rifle like it was a suitcase. A hundred meters from the compound the lead element of the assault force came to a complete and sudden stop. All their lasers lit up and the guys began a slow creep toward the target building.
  Even in my sick fog, I knew that something was up. Normally, they would have kept up that high pace right to the objective. The whole surprise, speed, and violence of action thing was now out of sorts. They began signaling back to us that they had their eyes on somebody and he was very, very close. We kept advancing, and as I got past the corner of a building that was on the far outside part of the lower leg of the L, I could see the assaulters within ten feet of the man. He turned around, and then after we tried a few words of Pashto, he sprinted off shouting at the top of his lungs. That was followed by a tracer round going from the center of the compound straight up into the night sky, a clear signal to other bad guys that something was up.
  Something definitely was up. Armed fighters streamed out of that building and suddenly things were in total chaos. Women, children, and men were all running around screaming. It was impossible to sort and track who was who. Shots were being fired, and as we'd always said, once the first bullets fly, that plan you had goes to shit.
  I made my way to the building I'd targeted and rested my ladder against it. I saw Brent flying at a dead sprint before pulling up at his structure and mounting his ladder. We both took our positions. I saw him peering over the edge. He had his Glock out and I watched him as he scanned his roof, checking to be sure no one was up there, doing exactly what the manuals state you should be doing.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'When Bruno heard Sergeant Val call his name and give him the recall command, he put on the brakes, turned around, and made his way back toward us'.
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conversations.value: When Bruno heard Sergeant Val call his name and give him the recall command, he put on the brakes, turned around, and made his way back toward us. When he was within fifty meters or so, he got another hand signal as a command and low-crawled the rest of the way before he jumped into his handler's arms. I'd never seen anything so cool in my time as a Ranger.
  I could hear Atkins on the comms telling us to push up. The shooters had taken a position inside the trees and resumed firing at us. I had a few moments of doubt about my willingness and ability to go charging into the spray of gunfire. I kept flashing back to that incident with the Chechen and seeing all the casualties we'd taken and buddies getting killed. Human nature and instinct has to be overcome. Your first reaction isn't to go running into a wall of lead like that.
  Brent didn't give it a thought. Even though he was on his last operation on his last deployment of his entire army career, he stood up immediately and ran forward. I watched him for a few seconds, figuring he was going to go down in an instant, but he kept going. I joined him. Behind me, the rest of the unit was filtering out from behind that rock and into the gap, making a hard right turn and forming up in a straight line, presenting ourselves to the enemy as a larger force than we were.
  Something didn't feel right to me. We were advancing pretty easily. I started thinking about some of the old war movies I'd seen while also reviewing what was taking place. Three guys had taken us on, a unit of forty well-armed men. One of the guys was unaccounted for, but two of them were ahead of us in a fairly well protected area of heavy vegetation and trees. Normally, the Taliban we'd encountered wouldn't flee. They'd stay there and put up a fight. Something wasn't adding up.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Pemberton and me soaked in blood and water coming through the door with Cpl. Benjamin Kopp being carried out behind us. We had already been fighting for more than four hours continuously. 2009
  Cpl. Benjamin Kopp being carried, by his machine gun that saved us from the Chechen just minutes before. 2009
  The large blue doors of the compound leading out to the Marines, preparing to run through hostile open terrain. 2009
  Two weeks after my deployment, I immediately entered the International Sniper Competition at Ft. Benning, Georgia, placing top five.
  Nicholas Irving spent six years in the Army's Special Operations Third Ranger Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment, serving from demolitions assaulter to Master Sniper. He was the first African American to serve as a sniper in his battalion and is now the owner of HardShoot, where he trains personnel in the art of long-range shooting, from Olympians to members of the Spec Ops community. He lives in San Antonio, Texas.