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Napoleon Solo rested his feet on his desk, leaning back in his office chair while he took a break from the tedious job of doing his paperwork and simply enjoyed a sip of his coffee.
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"What is the problem Napoleon? You seem down today."
"I'm just thinking about man's inhumanity to man."
"That is a large undertaking. Has something happened that I can help you with?"
"No, it just the day I suppose. I'm afraid people are going to forget about the lessons that were learned that day."
"Day?"
"December 7, 1941."
Illya now understood his partner's mood. "You had an admiral grandfather, was he there?"
"No, but I lost a number of cousins."
"Well my friend, as long as there are people like you remembering, the lessons learned that day will not be forgotten."
"What is the problem Napoleon? You seem down today."
"I'm just thinking about man's inhumanity to man."
"That is a large undertaking. Has something happened that I can help you with?"
"No, it just the day I suppose. I'm afraid people are going to forget about the lessons that were learned that day."
"Day?"
"December 7, 1941."
Illya now understood his partner's mood. "You had an admiral grandfather, was he there?"
"No, but I lost a number of cousins."
"Well my friend, as long as there are people like you remembering, the lessons learned that day will not be forgotten."