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Some Wars Are About Bombing. For The People Of The Baltics, This War Was About Believing. In 1991, After 50 Years Of Brutal Occupation, The Three Baltic Countries Regained Their Independence, Peacefully And With Dignity. They Chose Hope Over Hate And Showed The World That Even Through The Darkest Night, There Is Light. Please Research It. Tell Someone. These Three Tiny Nations Have Taught Us That Love Is The Most Powerful Army. Whether Love Of Friend, Love Of Country, Love Of God, Or Even Love Of Enemy - Love Reveals To Us The Truly Miraculous Nature Of The Human Spirit.

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Some Wars Are About Bombing. For The People Of The Baltics, This War Was About Believing. In 1991, After 50 Years Of Brutal Occupation, The Three Baltic Countries Regained Their Independence, Peacefully And With Dignity. They Chose Hope Over Hate And Showed The World That Even Through The Darkest Night, There Is Light. Please Research It. Tell Someone. These Three Tiny Nations Have Taught Us That Love Is The Most Powerful Army. Whether Love Of Friend, Love Of Country, Love Of God, Or Even Love Of Enemy - Love Reveals To Us The Truly Miraculous Nature Of The Human Spirit.

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