THE SCREAMING EAGLES
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THE SCREAMING EAGLES
Iron Mike McDonald was doing his second round of the tense, silent village, his legs wreathed in mist so that he seemed to float above the ground like a grey ghost. He too felt the tension and fear. Nearly every man he encountered had that typical hot, wet sheen over his eyes, and those trembling lips, as if — one and all — they might break out into tears at any moment. Even the officers constantly cocked their heads to one side in ashen-faced apprehension, fearful of hearing the first sound of the German tanks advancing upon them. At the sight of yet another greenhorn with fear written all over his callow face, Iron Mike clenched his fists in sudden anger. ‘Christ Almighty,’ he cursed to himself, ‘if you are gonna attack, damn well do so!
