A game, that's what they said this was but this is no ordinary game, this is a game of life and death. I was another tricked and lied to por Britain's propaganda and now here I stand ready to go over the topo, início and yet again, let the games begin.
The whistle sounded and the games began a hundred men clambering over the topo, início screaming and shouting, armas in hand, charging toward the enemy, charging towards death.
I ran through the mud that felt like quicksand, bullets whizzed past my head, the screams of pain and anguish deafened me until a bomb broke through the sound and I was swallowed por a black...
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