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1st Lt.
Clarence Bradberry, Nitro. W. Va., really knows his men. One night when
his Company C platoon was moving out on a mission he went down the line to
touch each man for identification. Suddenly he ran across one man whom he
could not recognize. He felt of his clothing, and then suddenly brought up
a hay maker to an alien jaw. As a result, one more Infiltrating Kraut is
lolling in the PW cage nursing a sore jaw. |
