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| rdfs:comment | - George and I sat on the back of his tank and talked for an hour about home over a K Ration. For once it didn't taste like paste in a can. It's the weirdest feeling being at war with your best friend there. You feel almost invincible, like nothing can stop you from driving all the way to Berlin and winning that ticket home.
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| Objective | - Escort the tank to the crossroads.
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| Location | - Southeast of St. Come-du-Mont, France
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| abstract | - George and I sat on the back of his tank and talked for an hour about home over a K Ration. For once it didn't taste like paste in a can. It's the weirdest feeling being at war with your best friend there. You feel almost invincible, like nothing can stop you from driving all the way to Berlin and winning that ticket home.
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