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Saturday
06Feb2010

Desert Gold

Inching forward into the inky blackness of the pharaoh's tomb, Colonel Malcom of the 115th brigade knew not what lay ahead with the exception of one thing.  His mother had not packed a sufficient provision in his lunch box if this should happen to take more than the afternoon.

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