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Iron Blooded - One: Front Lines
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... of men and horses faded to a dull roar. I was winded, breath rasping in my helmet. The sudden feeling of claustrophobia grips me and I fumble at the clasp beneath my chin with bloodied fingers.
Finally, it comes undone and I rip the helmet from my head. It tumbles to the dirt with a clatter. All around me, ashes fall on the bodies of the dead. I could see my comrades' sightless and staring eyes from where they lay in the mud. We'll never share drinks again, never laugh together over jok ...
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