Sergeant, my sergeant grab your men and charge on- the fight is far from over hold your wits and move on. Is time to charge the dunes and no time to be afraid hold on to your wits oh sergeant, hold them tight and lead your men. Is a dirty job my sergeant, their blood is in your hands Some will live... Sign in to see full entry.
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