Cap Mandrake
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***********Forward position, 73rd Chinese Corps, 15 miles West of Yenen, 09:20, August 16, 1942********** Private Yuen occupies the extreme Western edge of the most Westerly regiment of the most Westerly division of the most Westerly corps of the Yenen pocket. He is a sniper, not because he was especially trained or, for that matter, because he was especailly skilled, but simply because he stepped forward when the Captain asked for volunteers. When you are surrounded by 100,000 veteran Japanese soldiers and no soldier in your company has had a real meal for 3 days, one can't be too picky. Pvt. Yuen lies prone in a small hide on a small rise allowing him to survey the road to Kungchang for 400 yds., or at least it would be 400 yds if it weren't for the damnable fog. He can now see the figure silhouetted as he stands in a small vehicle. The figue raises his arms to his face until the silhouette grows wider. "An Officer!", Pvt. Yuen thinks. He snugs the stock of the gun against his cheek and makes an adjustment in his head for range. He moves his finger over the trigger. "WAIT! STOP! HE IS ONE OF OURS!" It is his spotter who peers through an ancient monocular scope. Yuen lays aside his rifle and grabs the scope. A gust of drier air brushes aside the fog and his heart stops. "HIS FACE IS GREEN! IT IS ONE OF OURS! IT'S THE RELIEF FORCE! THEY HAVE BROKEN THROUGH!" Imprudently, Yuen stands upright and begins running forward, "WE ARE HERE! CHINESE!"..... Gen Ching Gen Chung Gen Chong Gen Chuong Gen Chin Gen Chun Gen Chuen Gen Cheech ...............
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