1275psi
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Hosho is scurrying bent double, the chains of machine bullets rattling about his shoulders. The dawn mist is rising, the armies stirring. Soon, undoubtably, the artillery would enter the morning bird song, and stuff up the day. He leads a party of ten, all of them similarily loaded. It is not their job, but Hosho is takng no chances. When the attack comes, he is not going to be caught short. They are about to enter the paddy field, the dangerous part, 100 yards of little , well, no cover. The field is still wet, an inch deep, and muddy as hell, so they are stuck with the path, a little ridge of land running crazily across the field. They pause in the trees, and look, look hard. The skys are clear. "come on then............we won't get fed hanging about here, breakfast is at the embankment!" They go. Boots pounding, dust rising, guns, ammo rattling, jingling. Half way across........... and the blenhiems come. Little glints in the dawn, a mile or so away, wings suddenly in profile, banking , turning...........coming right at them. 'Run!, run for your truking lives! 50 yards............. Every sense concentrated on but one thing, that scrape in the bank, that hole, that grave like opening .............safety Heart pounding, lumngs bursting...........the howl odf diving engines.........and the pounding , rattling of the AA guns, barking, barking...... Hosho dives, crashing into the dirt, tensing for the impact of the shells........... The roar of the planes flashing overhead, a stunning bang, crashing, exploding thudding chaos........... A blenhiem lies scattered and burning the length of the field, an engine embedded into the dirt 30 yards away, unrecongnisable parts scattered to hell............. It is not alone 15 bombers attack 55th division today 6 are shot down. And in the evening, another attack. Helens plaster the allied front, with out loss. And hopes rise even further.........
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