Prompt: A new law is enacted that erases soldiers memories of their time at war.

Story: “Dad, you 're on TV again !” I heard NAME_1 's voice from the living room. I tried to stay away from the TV as much as I could; I always felt vaguely uneasy watching it. And I had certainly never seen myself on it! Had I? My memory was n't what it had been before the Great War, a fact my doctor blamed on the residual toxins in the air from all the bombs. I had n't actually served on the front lines, I remember now. I had some hazy memories of six years spent at the base, helping to train the real soldiers and spending long hours on guard duty. I itched absently at my left leg. It always began to hurt whenever I thought too much about the Great War, one of the many reasons I rarely did. As I did every time I itched it, I felt a strange feeling that it was n't exactly a part of my body, that it did n't belong there. But I had talked to my doctor about it, in one of my bi-monthly meetings with him, and he told me not to worry. And so I did n't worry. I stopped itching my leg, and stopped fighting the near-overpowering impulse to STOP THINKING ABOUT THE WAR. “Dad, you never told me you won a medal !” NAME_1 called again, and I smiled faintly. I did n't know what he was watching, but it must have been a fake documentary, I had certainly never won any medals ... Had I? *STOP THINKING ABOUT THE WAR. *

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