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were an attempt by the enemy to break down our resolve because they knew that every attack would mean that all personnel were supposed to go to their bunkers...whether they had been sleeping or not. The nighttime excursions to the bunkers usually featured a wide variety of dress, from sweats to flannels and nightgowns. Regardless of what people had been sleeping in, those authorized to carry weapons were required to bring them along with them to their respective bunker. When I got to a bunker earlier than usual I was rewarded with the sight of approaching creatures of every shape and size, moving towards me from all directions on the uneven gravel surface, waving their about as though to keep their balance or ward off flies, dressed in Jawa-like robes, with their weapons belts slung around their hips or shoulders, and a hood covering their head from the cold...rendering them completely unrecognizable. I half-expected to hear the Jawa creatures’ call as I saw them creep forwards.
Sometimes I held my breath.
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