After the battle for Marwencol, the last remaining Germans, except for the doctor, left town to go
and be with their families. When my brother Mike walked into town, wounded, the German doc and Wendy took
Mike to the church and used the pulpit as an operating table. Gregg and I stood around and watched as the
doctor performed his magic to eventually bring our brother back to life.
Meanwhile... the Tennessee jeep went to the Marwencol Post Office and picked up a couple of
boxes from various stores in the United States that volunteered to send supplies to this out post. Also, I got word
that the U.S. Government doesn't believe that we exist, but some dame named Sarah Wilbanks from Texas and
who's some heiress to an oil empire, has funded an expedition to Marwencol, Belgium. I heard she's got two
jeeps, much needed fuel, ammo, food, and she's on her way here as soon as she can get together a crew of
volunteers that want to fight their way across Europe to get to Marwencol and re-supply us.
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