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doc#146 | and he felt a brief burn on |
doc#146 | endless. Sweeping a look around, |
doc#146 | , and flashed a look about. |
doc#147 | . It was a rough long ride |
doc#147 | . There was a feeling that this |
doc#147 | from him with a belligerent motion and |
doc#147 | bad luck for a crew chief to |
doc#147 | take off on a combat mission. |
doc#147 | the sea was a dark and muddied |
doc#147 | feet, swinging a little north of |
doc#147 | valley was only a few hundred yards |
doc#147 | room enough for a properly performed hundred |
doc#147 | It was only a fifteen-minute |
doc#147 | felt himself developing a case of claustrophobia |
doc#147 | led them across a point of land |
doc#147 | he had spotted a tank and went |
doc#147 | to get above a thousand feet. |
doc#147 | of Fleischman claiming a kill. But |
doc#147 | as placid as a Florida dawn. </p> |
doc#147 | glide-bombed a group of houses |