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public void Thissundayitwillhavebeen100yearssincetheendofWW1(OP Anonymous){

String fullTitle = "This sunday it will have been 100 years since the end of WW1";
int postNumber = "5621762";
String image = "image-placeholder-title.jpg";
String date = "11/09/18(Fri)05:52:58";
String comment = "How do you feel about that?";

}
public void comments(){
if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5621771 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)05:57:38" && image=="Naples.png")

">>5621762
Idk"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5621775 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)05:58:45" && image=="1541611830437.jpg")

">>5621762
F to all the fallen soldiers and dead civilians too
wish that war never happened
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tn8ajrhsHaM"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622064 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)08:14:38")

">>5621775
F"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622118 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)08:33:39")

">>5621762
F to all fallen soldiers
F to the German Kaiserreich"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622764 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:25:28")

">>5621775
F"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622791 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:31:42" && image=="1476048257862.jpg")

">>5621762
F for all who died to save Civilization from the Teuton"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622812 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:38:26")

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlDoon91vZk";


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622836 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:46:23")

">>5621762
Dont cry because the war is over
Smile because it happened"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622845 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:48:09")

">>5621762
By cursing the Servoids who plunged the world into the darkness."
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622847 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:49:56" && image=="1541663024235.jpg")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622856 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:52:15")

">>5621762
What's the price of a mile?"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622874 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:57:42")

">>5622856
around 30k men is a worthy sacrifice, maybe a bit more if you dont lose the ground again afterwards"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622881 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)11:59:01")

">“Good-morning, good-morning!” the General said
>When we met him last week on our way to the line.
>Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of 'em dead,
>And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
>“He's a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack
>As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.

>But he did for them both by his plan of attack."
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622898 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)12:05:13")

">>5621762
We are going further in "the future""
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622904 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)12:05:48")

">>5621762
>I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622907 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)12:06:43" && image=="Quotnoir+that+feelquot+_d5375361a86583f0e8cc3bdaa25e65c8.png")

"Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say,
Because I’d like to know that you’re all right.
Tell me, have you found everlasting day,
Or been sucked in by everlasting night?
For when I shut my eyes your face shows plain;
I hear you make some cheery old remark—
I can rebuild you in my brain,
Though you’ve gone out patrolling in the dark.

You hated tours of trenches; you were proud
Of nothing more than having good years to spend;
Longed to get home and join the careless crowd
Of chaps who work in peace with Time for friend.
That’s all washed out now. You’re beyond the wire:
No earthly chance can send you crawling back;
You’ve finished with machine-gun fire—
Knocked over in a hopeless dud-attack.

Somehow I always thought you’d get done in,
Because you were so desperate keen to live:
You were all out to try and save your skin,
Well knowing how much the world had got to give.
You joked at shells and talked the usual “shop,”
Stuck to your dirty job and did it fine:
With “Jesus Christ! when will it stop?
Three years ... It’s hell unless we break their line.”

So when they told me you’d been left for dead
I wouldn’t believe them, feeling it must be true.
Next week the bloody Roll of Honour said
“Wounded and missing”—(That’s the thing to do
When lads are left in shell-holes dying slow,
With nothing but blank sky and wounds that ache,
Moaning for water till they know
It’s night, and then it’s not worth while to wake!)

Good-bye, old lad! Remember me to God,
And tell Him that our politicians swear
They won’t give in till Prussian Rule’s been trod
Under the Heel of England ... Are you there? ...
Yes ... and the war won’t end for at least two years;
But we’ve got stacks of men ... I’m blind with tears,
Staring into the dark. Cheero!
I wish they’d killed you in a decent show."
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622919 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)12:10:46")

"I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputedbarricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear…
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous."
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5622920 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)12:11:30")

">>5621775
F"
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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==5623238 && dateTime=="11/09/18(Fri)13:00:12")

"all zoomers will know from it is what they played in battlefield 1 and revisionist history";


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