When I first saw the small object noisily lumbering up the road toward Milhaud pier, I laughed inside.
How could the Germans expect to take me with that little thing?
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My shaking hand is grasped around a shell casing, holding it tightly as I slowly lift the shaped metal cone to my worktable. I can’t help but admire the smooth boring lines of the casing, the soft filed-down edges, and the engineering that went into making this 20-millimeter killing container.
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Instantly, the cannon’s begin their fiery gurgitations. Firing pins strike upon explosive charges, propelling shells at astonishing speeds through the long barrel of the gun, and out the front of the plane with a muz-zle flash that would blind anyone staring directly at it.
13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, my turn is coming soon!
My belt moves swiftly through the drum, ever closer to the cannon’s chamber!
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, MEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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