The lost SS guys are getting closer to my beloved Marwencol. My town, my bar, my
dream, can't be lost! It's quiet here. We're civilized here, in my town. How I got such a
mixture of people in my town is because small groups of lost Americans and Germans stumbled
upon Marwencol and soon found out that they could get along; they could be Human. My reward
for them, keeping the peace, is starting a catfight club, with booze and woman, and all the
comforts of home. The one thing that's always on my mind is, I was flying over
China, dogfightin' with two Zeros... eh,well, all I know is that I've got the best town in
Belgium.
One of the female snipers scouted out the SS, and reported back to me that everyone
used the SS as target practice; even some Germans.
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