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It was an early August morning and the ships from England had just docked
on the crashing shore line of Dieppe, France. Gerneral Montbatten stood on the docking port as the cold wind of the harsh
Alantic ocean blew across his face. He looked back at the thousands of men he had led here and wondered how and what they
were feeling. Were they ever going to get out of here? Was their missions going to be a sucess? Would they survive?
Montbatten knew however, no matter happened, no matter how many Allied soliders were wounded or
killed, he knew that in their hearts they loved their country and were determined to win this war.
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