| 1275psi 
 
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   | June 9th 
 24 bullets
 Jack raises his rifle, fires at the moving shadow 100 metres away, ducks as the mortar shell
 thumps into the ground 20 metres behind the trench .
 23 left.
 Flares rise over the trenches, the shadows congeal into men, rifles spitting, flashes and sparkles in the
 dark
 22, 21. One of the shadows falls.
 
 Cries , screams, yells, curses.....Jesus, the little yellow barsteds do actually yell
 Banzia........
 
 20, 19.
 The ground kicks up in front, he ducks, sucks in the big ones, rises, fires again.
 The shadows get closer.
 
 Vague feelings of the battle all along the front......no time for that, just on the
 barsteds swarming forward towards them.
 
 18, 17, 16, got another one, missed that one.......
 
 Artillery shells scream overhead, the dark wavers, splits, returns even darker.
 
 15, 14......will nothing stop them?
 The shadows now are men...men jittering, wavering in front.
 
 And then, from behind, the rattle of the tracks, the chatter of machine guns, the thump of cannons
 
 The maltildas grind past, rumble towards the infantry........and the infantry melts away
 
 12 left.
 
 12. 12 rounds will be enough.
 
 
 
 3 divisions attack the combined strength of the aussie army
 one division, the 21st, is left with AV of 95
 1 to 2
 the attack failed
 
 
 and I honestly don't think he has the strength to beat Blameys concentrated corp.
 
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