Martin padded through the cool night. His rough, burlap peasant's shirt itched and the rifle he had slung across his back was far heavier than he was used to. He stumbled over a root that was growing across the dirt path. He cursed under his breath. He had an LED flashlight in his messenger bag but he figured it was best to stick to period. And there could be German soldiers nearby. The area would be crawling with them in a few days...
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