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Post by Jacky on Jul 30, 2007 8:31:13 GMT
"Alright." That's easily measured, since a litre goes into my flask.
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Post by Hannah on Jul 30, 2007 8:52:42 GMT
I nod and suddenly the camp seems to become to live when the sergants start shouting orders out fo blue
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Post by Jacky on Jul 30, 2007 9:06:02 GMT
"Showtime." I tell Stone, getting up from my bed with a sigh.
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Post by Hannah on Jul 30, 2007 17:18:52 GMT
"Oh yes.." I agree with that and grab my bag from the floor, lifting it onto my back
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Post by Jacky on Aug 5, 2007 14:59:13 GMT
"Hey.. thanks again, right?" I tell him before we go outside. "I mean, next time you hit your head against anything you can bet I'll be there too." I smirk.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 5, 2007 17:05:57 GMT
I look at him for a second and nod then as a sign I understood. I continue walking with him to the place where we all are supposed to gather.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 5, 2007 18:32:07 GMT
Our platoon is strenghtened in manforce by the addition of new soldiers, and we're told we'll march again today.. we're going after those who attacked the camp earlier, heading east now.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 6, 2007 7:27:55 GMT
I shoot a quick look at Sparrow as we leave the camp. We march pretty much all day and there is no sign of the enemy. It must be exhausting for the men who are hurt. But the only thing Taylor seems to be thinking about is the revenge.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 6, 2007 9:53:28 GMT
I drink as much as Stone adviced me too, but the burning sun isn't improving my situation. It feels like I'm either getting dehydrated or killed from the wound and neither seems nice. I whipe the sweat of my forehead and keep going though, having little choice.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 6, 2007 9:55:26 GMT
In the late afternoon someone shouts an order and we all stand still before he tells us to have a little rest. I move over to Stone. "How's the wound?"
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