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The Bastille looked so small from where we were standing. It was a unusually dark night as we approached out objective. I could not keep out of my head the night before. Me and the Doc huddled around the table till 3 am exchanging stories of childhood memories ....

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.... forward. Were now about 300 yards away when Mr. Lorry trips a bell line. The whole place goes up in a frenzy. I get up and start to make a run for the compound; after all I am a solider. Then all of a sudden thump boom! I hit the ground I tripped over my untied shoelace. Everything gets blurry............................... After a undisclosed amount of time I wake up as I look up I see all my companions and the POWs running from the encampment. I get up and attempt to hold off the remanding guards. But I am ineffective because I have seemed to misplaced my scary mask. So no one was scared of me. So instead I laid down and playe ....