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My Grandad was trapped under a lot of rubble that at one point, was a building. He was injured but not seriously. He looked around and saw his friend lying dead just a foot or two in front of him. He closed his eyes and prayed to the Lord to let his friend rest in peace. He managed to scramble out. He saw an ally and decided to go and get some ointment for his fatigued and blistered arm.The ally turned out to be a Roy Grappling. He helped my grandad through a lot. My grandad felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around and it was a Nazi Corporal. He tried to jab my Grandad around the head with his rifle. My grandad wasn't having any of it. He had been through enough and he wasn't about to give it all up to die as a P.O.W. he grabbed his gun, turmed around and shot. Shot like he had never shot before. BANG, BANG BANG BANG. Thump. Grandad opened his eyes and saw a bloodridden Nazi lying dead. My grandad saw that he had shot him twice in the head, once in the groin and once in the leg. He has never forgiven himself for that, but as we keep telling him, if he didn't kill that Nazi scum, none of us would be here....

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