Break camp

Soldiers, break camp! We will invade the city at dawn. 
The country is in turmoil, a witches' brew of poverty and warfare. 
The landlord proffered a stirrup cup to the elder guest. 
Quibbles have no place in the search after truth.
He is the unsung rink in the war against terrorism. 

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