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gate, around back of house and
upstairs. [German?] apparently
didn't here them coming. One marine
remained on one side of door
while Scoot ran across to other
side. Scoot caught fleeting glance
of German still throwing grenades -
there was so much noise that
he didn't hear the marines. He
quickly stood in the doorway as
German half turned. He shot
him cooly once, then again.
The German seemed terribly
surprized in death. Snipes
didn't believe in wasting
ammunition. He felt quite
triumphant, but although he had
a whole pile of grenades beside
him Scoot didn't feel too
good when he saw he had
no weapon. There is a difference
he thought between shooting
close up and far away. That
evening as he laid down fully
clothed he remembered that he
was the only one of a small
group of five who [crossed out] shared
a tent [/crossed out] had sat together on
the deck of the [LC 1?] who [crossed out] was [/crossed out]
had not been hit - two
were dead, the other two badly
wounded.

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