adorable rockets

Some value and other point updates to the last two cards after the break…

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I guess I never got over the end of Strike Witches…

Cuteness has a quality all it’s own.

Compassionate lolis always have a hard time with the finishing blow…

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Of course I’d heard rumors of Hitler’s death before. If the army is a giant organism and the soldiers it’s cells, then rumors seemed to be their life blood. The invasion of France had been repulsed, Germany had surrendered, the President was sick and had signed a treaty with Hitler – the crazier the rumor, somehow the more plausible it seemed. Even we in the OSS, who should understand the strategic value of rumors, we were not immune. I suppose we all need to have some small measure of foresight and control in our lives. But of course, rumors only gave that illusion. Our destinies were decided by men in chambers far from the lines, and tomorrow’s orders were as impossible to divine as the bullet that would take your life.

“They say Hitler’s dead!”

I’d only met Mike two days ago and already the fast talking Jersey kid had gotten on my nerves.

“Is that so?”

“Blown up by his own men! They said it was bomb disguised as a giant roast pig, you know the kind with the apple in it’s mouth?”

Officially we were advisors, making sure that Soviet troops were trained in the guns and vehicles we gave them through the Lend-Lease program. When I got the assignment half the shipments didn’t even have manuals. Surprisingly it wasn’t so hard to play my ignorance naturally when I tried to demonstrate the American Bazooka and ended up having it explained to me. I suppose the Russians assumed you had to be a real incompetent to get this assignment.

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