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good at that so I guess we're stuck in Hell . Mission after mission , deeper behind the lines we go with promises of medals when we return . Well you can keep those damned medals, only thing they are good for on the ground is telling some son of a bitch sniper where you are . I'm down to a five man squad . Pvts. [i][b]Brick[/b], [b]Jersey[/b], [b]Delliquila[/b][/i], the 17 year old kid [i][b]Malone[/b][/i], and that stone faced freak, [i][b]Slav[/b][/i] . We don't look ahead or behind anymore, we just look down our gun sights . We don't feel the cold or the hunger, only the recoil of the rifles we use. Now some higher up wants us to go and liberate some ghost of a french town . If you don't hear from me, tell mom we liberated the hell out of that town . [i][b]Sgt. John Remada[/b] Been Through Hell Squad[/i]
Dear Tom; You asked me once, before you enlisted, if war was Hell . War isn't Hell, little brother . War's just dying either by a bullet or a bomb . Hell's surviving and for some reason my squad's