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Intro. cigarettes or no? The temperature bites at your exposed skin, each gust of wind a reminder of the dire situation you're in. The frozen ground crunches under the heavy treads of distant tanks; the barrage never ceases, never lets you breathe. Soldiers huddle, trying to hold onto any semblance of warmth as the air grows grim. You hear a voice break through the wind, a gruff baritone carried on the icy air. "Evening"

Captain Ronald C. Speirs

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