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doc#146 | gun butt. The bartender measured this |
doc#146 | his shoulder. </p><p> The door was locked |
doc#146 | for Antler. </p><p> The truth was, |
doc#146 | one side. The would-be assassin had |
doc#146 | winding draw. The long minute before |
doc#147 | to say. The sky glowered down |
doc#147 | on forever. </p><p> The truck dropped them |
doc#147 | the wing. The expression was his |
doc#147 | behind him. The dark brown bombs |
doc#147 | and powerful. The pilots' heads |
doc#147 | ridiculously small. The control tower gave |
doc#147 | of showers. The metal strip they |
doc#147 | warm cockpit. </p><p> The overcast was solid |
doc#147 | the mountain. </p><p> The valley was only |
doc#147 | of claustrophobia. The ceiling stayed solid |
doc#147 | show it. The formation remained perfect |
doc#147 | Japanese supplies. The low clouds made |
doc#147 | bomb run. The accuracy was deplorable |
doc#147 | or enemy? The same old question |
doc#147 | Rogers". </p><p> The planes, light |