Believing they are under attack from the enemy, Maj General, Horatio Morgan Smithe attempts to lead his regiment to safety.
Oh clear boys right hmm so back we
prepared for this and you know what to
do I’m gonna get you out of here if it’s
the last thing I do so eyes on the prize
boys it’s about I’d say the tummies what
the dick get down
manic
Terry oh sorry
Oh
are you stalling you night she won boy
look at me
oh come on holy cow the whole day about
time bloody French we’re going
over the top one two three Oh chick
grenade save yourselves
oh my sweet dad I can’t feel my legs
Christ medic medic relax private I seem
to have look cated your legs Pete
Peterson a do it your bloody self I
say you you train these Nazi boys up and
what do you get in return you get
absolutely
Kinkos
ever your son it is me
gone mister coming with the Cabot’s
right
you
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