Find Some Cover

Find Some Cover

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1941, SNAFU. These boys had just learned to shave, and here they were getting thrown into combat by the millions. Many of them never came out of that hell-hole, and those who did became old men over the course of those few years. Millions of soldiers, thousands of mortars, hundreds of ships, and one insignificant girl who was filled with so much fear and anger that she did something historically rash. "You never struck me as the very patriotic type. At least not to the extent where you'd do something so... " "Stupid? I'm actually probably very stupid, but I'll agree that I'm no patriot."
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I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...

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