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It was a cold brisk day at post 409
The air had a terrible chill
The snow falling down on our troops
The sound of silence whispers about
Then out of the silence a crack of a rifle
Blood stained snow
Men yelling
Bursting explosions
Absolute chaos and mayhem
Our post over ran by enemies
I call in an artillery strike
Loud and deadly the artillery hits the ground
Enemies scream as they burst in half and are blown into flames
Now is our time to retreat
We live other day
Just to fight again
Will this war ever end?
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