No Time For Love DTO (id:#66637)

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Prior Publication: ASL News

North Africa 1941-03-15 (3 others)

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Overview:

A sudden concussion threw Willy to the ground. Looking up, he saw the squadron’s lone remaining A13 burning nearby. An enemy tank in the village fired again, marking its hiding place with a plume of smoke. Dark figures of running infantry deployed to meet the surprised Brits. Italians or Jerries? Sgt. Blackett shouted orders amidst the whine of passing bullets. “Down the hill, lads!” The exhausted men scrambled down, into a small olive grove. The firing slackened for a moment. Blackett called for Willy. “Jones, set the Bren up on that wall there,” he said, pointing at a low garden wall 40 yards away, across a road. Willy’s throat tightened. Bren gunners always drew more fire than riflemen. As he firmed his sweaty grip on the carrying handle and eyed the wall, Willy noticed an open doorway over to the left, with a delicate figure standing in the shadows within. “No time for that now, love,” he thought as he crouched low and dashed into the street.

Defender: British (No more details)  

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