His comrades were there backing him. That he knew!
How they were set up wasn’t militarily smart, although he didn’t have much say in the matter.
His bayonet aimed, target in sight! Waiting…ready, aim…fire! Landed square into the arch of the foot!
Struck! Confused! Why the hell was he flying across the room?!
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After a while, my family gave up and started wearing shoes…I believe I used the Viet Cong method of inflicting weariness.
Very well done, Correen!
Legos can hold their own in this situation…lol