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Krieg picked up a newspaper an earlier diner had left in the booth. He already knew what it said; heck, what he had done was the news. Yet, he needed to pass the time until his attractive waitress brought his burger. He loved burgers. He loved attractive waitresses.
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There was no bugler to play taps. There was no gun salute except for the sounds of the ever raging battle. Still, Murdock lay in a quickly dug grave. The Battle of Alaska didn't look like it was going to be over anytime soon. Blunt looked down at his boots. The cold had turned the bottom of the trench he was sitting in into a slushy. At least his position had advanced. A battle with casualties but no advance wreaked havoc on moral. Heck, it wreaked havoc on the general's battle plans too. Down the line, somebody yelled. Another casualty of war. Blunt looked up. The voice yelled again.
"I think he yelled that he spotted 'em, Sarg'," said Flintwood as he quickly peered over the edge of the trench. Sure enough, shooting started. Flintwood ducked. "What'd ya think the Ruskies are gunna do with 'em nukes they stole?"
"There is no proof that the Russians stole anything," scolded another soldier with a smile.
"Yeah, and Sarg' is the tooth fairy," said Flintwood.
"What's that supposed to mean?" grunted Blunt. The shooting intensified.
"Well, Sarg', what'd ya think the Ruskies gunna do?" asked Flintwood again. A shot narrowly missed Blunt's head; he crouched.
"Maybe we can talk about this at a time when I'm not getting my fanny shot off," yelled Blunt.
"That was your fanny?"
"How have you not been thrown out of the army yet?" growled Blunt. He raised his M-16 and fired. "All you need to know is that the Ruskies are trying to kill you right now."
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Chi looked ballistic. Perhaps I shouldn't have shown him those pictures, thought Si to himself. His current condition might be worse than the last. However, it then occurred to Si that since Chi's anger was no longer directed at him but was directed at Taiwan and Israel, the current situation was preferable. It also gave them something to be angry about together. Kind of like father-son bonding, except they weren't bonding. And Chi wasn't Si's father.
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Orlando looked south across the Amazon. After so many months of looking north across the Amazon, this was a new amusing pass-time. The reason that he was on the northern banks of the Amazon was because his assault had been successful. The only thanks he had gotten was a new idiot, General Rodriuges, to take control. Oh, he and his adjutant had received promotions, but what Orlando really wanted was to command this theatre.
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There was no bugler to play taps. There was no gun salute except for the sounds of the ever raging battle. Still, Murdock lay in a quickly dug grave. The Battle of Alaska didn't look like it was going to be over anytime soon. Blunt looked down at his boots. The cold had turned the bottom of the trench he was sitting in into a slushy. At least his position had advanced. A battle with casualties but no advance wreaked havoc on moral. Heck, it wreaked havoc on the general's battle plans too. Down the line, somebody yelled. Another casualty of war. Blunt looked up. The voice yelled again.
"I think he yelled that he spotted 'em, Sarg'," said Flintwood as he quickly peered over the edge of the trench. Sure enough, shooting started. Flintwood ducked. "What'd ya think the Ruskies are gunna do with 'em nukes they stole?"
"There is no proof that the Russians stole anything," scolded another soldier with a smile.
"Yeah, and Sarg' is the tooth fairy," said Flintwood.
"What's that supposed to mean?" grunted Blunt. The shooting intensified.
"Well, Sarg', what'd ya think the Ruskies gunna do?" asked Flintwood again. A shot narrowly missed Blunt's head; he crouched.
"Maybe we can talk about this at a time when I'm not getting my fanny shot off," yelled Blunt.
"That was your fanny?"
"How have you not been thrown out of the army yet?" growled Blunt. He raised his M-16 and fired. "All you need to know is that the Ruskies are trying to kill you right now."
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Chi looked ballistic. Perhaps I shouldn't have shown him those pictures, thought Si to himself. His current condition might be worse than the last. However, it then occurred to Si that since Chi's anger was no longer directed at him but was directed at Taiwan and Israel, the current situation was preferable. It also gave them something to be angry about together. Kind of like father-son bonding, except they weren't bonding. And Chi wasn't Si's father.
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Orlando looked south across the Amazon. After so many months of looking north across the Amazon, this was a new amusing pass-time. The reason that he was on the northern banks of the Amazon was because his assault had been successful. The only thanks he had gotten was a new idiot, General Rodriuges, to take control. Oh, he and his adjutant had received promotions, but what Orlando really wanted was to command this theatre.