The camera watched the man pull a pack of unfiltered cigarettes from his pocket, then tap out a smoke. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and wandered a few feet to a stack of boxes near the end of the platform.

Looking down at the mortar shells, he wondered how many Japs were going to die. Maybe a few of the Nazis would feel the steel from the shells rip their flesh.

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One thing was certain; this was as close as he was going to get to the explosions. With a sense of disgust, he replaced the pack, then searched his pockets for a box of matches.