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i was in a squad named "the tactical squeaker squad" our squad was the strongest until we met xxMrBillxx army. we were about to stand down to his mexican army. his team was speaking spanish and none of my squad mates understood them. i didnt want 2 stand down and look like a jackass in front of my general. i had no choice but to shoot them all myself. i was killed by xxMrBillxx. my general was pissed off so he called in air strikes to aim for them. but also he killed his team even himself. our teammates might have died but we're still in citizens memorys.
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