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All the sound is from the turks rubbling past us. "Holt!" I shouted.
"What is going on?" asked Jim.
"There is the enemy," I quietly whispered back to him.
"How many of them?" question Bill.
"To many for us to fight," I whispered back. "Get down" I scammed at my pontoon.
"Why did we jump into the bushes" Queried Jim.
"They had a tank turret aimed right at us" I replied. BANG went the tank shell into the ground dirt went up into the air it became like a smokescreen for us. Our tanks have been blown up and we are all on our own.
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