He hears a noise at the window. Here is the beginning of the poem: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -- While I nodded,nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping -- rapping at my chamber door.

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After eight years, McChrystal says the Afghan people are growing weary, and the forces need to show results soon.

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And,that is why this campaign is so important." But that view is out of step with many in war-weary Britain.

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