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MeNobody14 (2013-07-09 02:14:36)Rule No. Three states that the max amount of threads for one story is one thread. This (or the other one) need to be closed.
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Me and my team landed in Africa right on schedule. We met up with a band of rebels and they guided us through the dark, night covered African jungle. Guns were heard frequently miles off. Occasionally an explosion was heard. The sound of screams grew louder as we approached a big city. Some F-15's flew above us and 4 huge explosions were heard 5 miles ahead.
As we arrived in the city, we were taken into a large destroyed building. Obviously an old library as books were everywhere. We were shown a map of the city. Then we moved out. There were 35 of us & rebels combined. Me and my men, Jeffrey Hall, Steve Warner, and Jim Henderson moved throughout the city. Then a few tanks coming our way. "Dammit!" I say.
These guys were obviously getting supplies from Russia. They were using Russian tanks.
"This could turn into nuclear warfare. With Russia giving them supplies." Jimmy says.
"This is gonna be hell with only a few
"RPG!!!!!!!!" Steve yells.
We run as fast as we could. When we heard the explosion, we could feel the heat. I fall flat on my face. I turn to see my men, Jeff and steve are fine, but jimmy, was lying there in flames.