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... treatment as the Supreme Commander, after all, having a personal chef and enjoying hot meals anytime is a privilege only for a few officers.
Having missed the hot dinner, Allied Forces soldiers could only gnaw on cold compressed biscuits and dry food in the trenches. Rainwater gathered into streams, flowing along the bottom of the trenches, soaking the already loose soil into an even muddier mess.
The soldiers’ boots sank deeply into it, each step requiring effort to pull out, p ...
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