Posted: 10/20/2001 11:34:41 AM EDT
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| It's the cold glitter of the attacker's eye, not the point of the questing bayonet, that breaks the line. It's the fierce determination of the driver to close with the enemy, not the mechanical perfection of the tank, that conquers the trench. It's the cataclysmic esctasy of conflict in the flier, not the perfection of his machine gun, which drops the enemy in flaming ruin. |