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Of course what MvR left out of his little story was that he fired nearly 900 rounds at Hawker and that he was almost out of ammo when he fired the fatal shot.
regards
Darryl
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Nunquam obliviscar
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
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