By: Hogie309
| . . . my new friend Deja, a Belgian witch of sorts, and I were finally out of the mud and in the open countryside of Belgium, when we stumbled upon a lone SS radio operator in front of a German troop tent. I needed to get to that radio and find out where our lines are, as soon as Deja and I find out where WE are. . . . |
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