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The Cobobulation Tales-Part One
The air was crisp and cold, the mist surrounding the war torn fields, strangely animated. The crunch of boots on the flaking frost echoed through the fog. Max Wondertern was a sentenced war criminal, a deserter. He was alone in the middle of Belgium or France or god knows where, he was lost and a deserter, a formidable partnership. He had left his regiment two days previously, and with his rifle and rations had walked off into the fog with his best friends in the division looking on. He had thought it cool and romantic at the time, like the movies. Now he had decided it would probably have been more sensible to wait for the fog to clear, for all he knew he could have been walking back to camp at this moment. He had formulated his extreme plan over the brooding days of the gridlock in Europe. There was a war on; he had always known that, everyone knew it. He had only heard what Watts and Carter had told him about why the hell they were fighting it.
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