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Are we men or boys?
1942 was the date, January 30th Saturday, The sound of bullet's heavily followed us, I shivered in fear
'Comrade Hersh, Whats the plan?'
Here I was, Colonel Gomez, A German-English fighting for English stuck in the deep dirty mud, This was no play-ground, If it was, Its that sucker Lucifers play-ground
'We've gotta move! On my count! One....Two....Three!'
We all ran to the out of the trench reaching for out weapons, I reached for my M4 carbine and charged forward
'FIRE!'
I roared, Taking the limelight for awhile, We started too shoot numerous rounds of Arsenal fire at the Germans they repeated, This was no time to scream war-cries, They knew what too do, This is a free-for-all, One man against the Germ-man, I ducked slightly avoiding a shower of pistol fire, I ran up and fired a series, I heard several German cries, Yes! Then, A chance came, In front of me was someone I recognized...Alexandre Ozil, A Turkish Italian fighting for German, Italy shan't be happy, He was amongst the highest rank, Killing him would be a major scalp, I ran up and lifted my gun when I felt arms wrap around me, I felt a round of fists crack my nose and make blood fly everywhere, I reached for a knife but a clever Germ-man kicked it away, They stopped and Alexandre approached...
'Ha, The traitor, Shame on you'
He laughed in a poisonous figure of speech
'Rich, Coming from the 'It'
Ovbiously he didn't like that, He gave me a Whip-slap and threw me on the floor, He hissed in German I didn't recognize then they started to hit me, With no option I reached for my Gernade and...BANG.
'Comrade Hersh, Whats the plan?'
Here I was, Colonel Gomez, A German-English fighting for English stuck in the deep dirty mud, This was no play-ground, If it was, Its that sucker Lucifers play-ground
'We've gotta move! On my count! One....Two....Three!'
We all ran to the out of the trench reaching for out weapons, I reached for my M4 carbine and charged forward
'FIRE!'
I roared, Taking the limelight for awhile, We started too shoot numerous rounds of Arsenal fire at the Germans they repeated, This was no time to scream war-cries, They knew what too do, This is a free-for-all, One man against the Germ-man, I ducked slightly avoiding a shower of pistol fire, I ran up and fired a series, I heard several German cries, Yes! Then, A chance came, In front of me was someone I recognized...Alexandre Ozil, A Turkish Italian fighting for German, Italy shan't be happy, He was amongst the highest rank, Killing him would be a major scalp, I ran up and lifted my gun when I felt arms wrap around me, I felt a round of fists crack my nose and make blood fly everywhere, I reached for a knife but a clever Germ-man kicked it away, They stopped and Alexandre approached...
'Ha, The traitor, Shame on you'
He laughed in a poisonous figure of speech
'Rich, Coming from the 'It'
Ovbiously he didn't like that, He gave me a Whip-slap and threw me on the floor, He hissed in German I didn't recognize then they started to hit me, With no option I reached for my Gernade and...BANG.
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