By: Hogie309
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GL sir,
The sun sleepily hid behind the Belgian trees, as it made it's way down below the horizon to continue it's journey around the world, on this Christmas Eve in 1944. Grandsport's boots slide along the ice-crust on top of the snow, searching for traction. The sack he was carrying was heavy and threw him off balance occasionally and his boots had difficulty finding traction on the frozen glass surface of the snow surrounding Marwencol, but he was determined to make it to the Catfight Club, so he could lay the gifts under the tree for the troops in the morning. Storm and Maxim were sneaking out of town on Christmas Eve, to go on a Sabbatical for an undetermined amount of time. Ava stayed behind to help keep Marwencol alive and well, and she would await her husband's return, in comfort, SiFi, and safety. Respectfully Yours sir, Cpt. Hogancamp |
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