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Quisling.
I had painted many slogans
and had thrown a lot of rocks.
I was as underground
as you could get.
But I had never held a gun.
The fight was changing.
Not only did we fight the enemy,
but as the months went by
we had a bigger enemy.
The enemy within.
I hope I never repeat
or have to recall my feelings that night.
The meeting had been brought forward
and there were less than usual present.
The name that was mentioned that night
brought gasps of disbelief and protest.
A name that I knew well.
A name that would shame generations to come.
The truth was established
and I was handed a gun.
Everyone looked at me.
Our leaders words would haunt
me forever.
For at the beginning
he had opened with these words.
"Gentlemen, we have a rat,
but we have a solution".
