A Ten Pound Bag

Chapter 73 – A Feverish Interlude–II

Left. Right. Left.

Whoomph. Whoomph. Whoomph.

Fucking mortars, I hate fucking mortars.

Where is that fucking air support, worthless ass fly boys.

Phelan get down you idiot, that’s a tornado

whoomph. Right. whoomph.

Aw fuck Phelan is down, shooter!!

What the fuck is a tornado doing here? Mortars during a tornado?

Where the fuck is Phelan’s face, I can’t find his face.

They shot off his face Doc I can’t find his face.

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