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The deafening pounding from the heavy guns, the sloshing of mud under foot, the call of the sergeant to standby, the whistle that blows a signal to us, and the roar of a million men shouting
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
The Sound of Battle
The deafening pounding from the heavy guns, the sloshing of mud under foot, the call of the sergeant to standby, the whistle that blows a signal to us, and the roar of a million men shouting
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
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