Saturday, August 25, 2007
Day 11, Area 6.
The big push. Finally the chaps are pulling together, leading the En-Gees a merry dance and then shooting them in the head from behind. It finally dawns on the brass the old Gee-Eff's a battleship, so we pot at a few En-Gee brigadiers with a good old aerial bombardment. Big celebrations in the mess. Big broth.
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We've got the bad guys on the run!
Stop talking. I will kill you, and make it look like an accident.
Look, it's not worth it. Give him a few minutes to be ambushed, and look the other way.
Nice poncho.
Yeah, yeah!
F*** off
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