Lieutenant John Ficher knew he was in trouble. With a broken leg, he knew he couldn't last long out here. Then, he felt a breeze. It was small at first, but then got stronger. He knew how he was going to get back to Brent Island.
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( I hart ***!!!!)
Lieutenant Jake O'Conner had been blessed with a major responsibility. He now had to control the entire platoon. He then found out about the german platoon attacking the island. Even though he was a great soldier, him and his men were caught unawares and unprepared. Eventually, O'Conner had 12 men left and one jeep, and were barley sticking it out; they were shooting through the barracks windows and were using the cots as cover. Things looked grim. Then, something unbelievable happened. John Ficher stumbled through a secret entrance, and collapsed on a cot. His leg was half off.
Jake O'Conner walked up to him and said, "Lieutenant, what are your orders?" John wasted no time. He laid out a complicated strategy, but it would work. Soon, they had conquered the enemy. As the Germans were being driven off to the POW camp, Jake said, "It's good to have you back, Lieutenant."
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