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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ledded" data-source="post: 1385616" data-attributes="member: 12744">[PLAIN]We were like gods once... [Destiny Approaches, and she's got a Tiger][/PLAIN]Back to the present, France, late June 1944, 9:58 am.Smitty stares out of the back of the truck, watching the hedgerows and flooded fields roll by from the column’s position on some kind of raised road or dike.“Smitty? Hey dere?”, Moose’s northern accent breaks into Smitty’s thoughts.Smitty looks up, fishes a smoke out of his pocket, and continues.“Oh. Well, I managed to make it up our part of the beach, got the drop on some Krauts, and then hid out in their trench and popped enough of ‘em for the boys to get their bangalores and satchel charges to take out the main bunker, like Hank was talkin’ about. Boom, like a cherry bomb.”“About that time, ya’ll happened up on me fightin’ off their reserves, and you know the rest.”, Smitty finishes, exhaling smoke with an audible sigh.“Fighting ‘em off? Sheez man, you clocked sumthin’ like 9 or 10 of ‘em before I got up there, dontcha know. Stacked up like firewood ‘round that 20mm, eh?”, Moose adds, then looks ahead for a moment. “Hey, it looks like were comin’ up on somethin’, dontcha know… the point is callin’ a stop here”, Moose calls over, craning his big neck to see up ahead of the truck.“Figures. I just lit this smoke”, Smitty sighs.Hank is tuning the radio and picks up the Airborne guys ahead.“ksssssh… tanks, house glowing like it’s on fire.. ksshhsssshhh… too many… kksshhshsh... hands! Fire on his ha... ksskshhshshksshsh...oh my God… gotta get out… oh sweet Jesus help me… kssshhssshhhshshs… help… kshshshshsh… AAAAHHHHKsshshshhss…”Hank glances shakily at Smitty and Moose; they see his adam’s apple bob when he lets loose an audible gulp.The Captain pulls up in his M20, and confers with Hank a minute before pulling ahead.Hank watches him go, and turns back to the others, worried.“I’lltellyouwhatnow, ding-dangit, them Krauts is jest ahead ‘ere. Cap’n sez ta raise that gol-darned air corp and ding-dang see ‘bout our fire support”, Hanks add in as he absentmindedly starts making miniscule adjustments to the radio. Soon there is the hiss of static and somehow he has got a line on a couple Mustangs running support.“This here’s Alpha one Bravo, ding-dang ol’ flyboys, gimme yer ETA we got…”</blockquote>

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