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Jack Looked Out The Window As They Passed The Mormon Temple, Just Outside The Beltway Near Connecticut Avenue. A Decidedly Odd-looking Building, It Had Grandeur With Its Marble Columns And Gilt Spires. The Beliefs Represented By That Impressive Structure Seemed Curious To Ryan, A Lifelong Catholic, But The People Who Held Them Were Honest And Hardworking, And Fiercely Loyal To Their Country, Because They Believed In What America Stood For.

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For Over Two Weeks, The Defenders Of Wake Island Held Off A Vastly Superior Force Of Japanese Ships And Troops, Inspiring The Whole Nation With Their Plucky Spirit And Sacrifice. Unfortunately, Navy Leaders At Pearl Harbor, Struggling To Protect What Was Left Of The Shattered Pacific Fleet, Canceled A Relief Mission, Allowing The Island And Its Defenders To Fall Without Support. Wake Damaged The Long-standing Trust Between The Corps And The Navy, A Memory That Still Rankles Marines And Shames Sailors.