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Wild Bill -> The Sun, the heat, the cold, the War! (3/12/2001 1:13:00 AM)
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We are entering the final phases of getting Mega Campaign North Africa in motion.
You guys are going to war...I mean really to war.
Now you are going to disembark with Rommel in Tripoli as Colonel Hans Dietsl, colonel commanding your own small Kampfgruppe.
You see the gleam in your commander's eye. You know his orders are to just bolster sagging Italian morale and "hold your ground"
But General Rommel knows nothing about "holding ground." He is out to take ground, lots of it, hundreds of miles of it.
In front of him lies the desert, that mystical intemperent area of the world where every extreme is found. It never rains, and when it does, everything is flooded.
Its hot...then it's cold. Sand is everywhere: in your boots, in your engine intakes, in your mouth. Flies the size of small birds lazily circle your head looking for a place to land.
The smells are like none you have ever known.
Rocks, gullies, endless waste with no landmarks, eteep escarpments that defy the heartiest climber. Water is a luxury, a bath is unheard of.
And always the sound of guns. Always marching to the sound of the guns.
And death - the enemy, your men, your friends. They die around you every day.
Then there is your commander, a man loved by his men, but a harsh unforgiving commander. He tolerates no failure. Mess up and you answer to a steely blue-eyed stare that penetrates to ths soul!
This is the desert. This is the battleground.
Now it is your battleground.
Wild Bill
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