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Nessun Dorma gets me every time.


Really though, I know what you mean. When I see where my countrymen fell in battle, I can't help but shedding a tear. I cry every Volkstrauertag, and I come fairly close if I don't every Armistice Day. Everyone who fell has my deepest feelings with them, but remembering my relatives who fell in battle is almost more than I can bear to feel. And yet I do feel it, for who will remember them but I?