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... inished clearing the battlefield, Bruce and Peter sat grim-faced inside the command vehicle, silently listening to the casualty report.
The orderly, sweating from the temples, read the list with a trembling voice. At the end, he nervously squeezed out the final line, "Commander, Commissar, that’s the full casualty report."
Over 1,200 logistics troops lost.
transport trucks gone.
tons of food - gone.
mortars and 80 rocket launchers - gone.
Not a sin ...
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