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NYT Bestselling Novelist of 60 books incl. work for Blizzard, Star Wars, Star Trek, Assassin's Creed, & some of my own. Also wrote cinematics etc. for WoW proper, Hearthstone & Diablo! Follow #Kittenroth for updates on Anduin & Sylvanas!
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I love the alertness at his name, the slow walk..."can it be..." then the realization hits "IT IS!" and the non-stop joyful howling. <33333
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Nope it's genuine, it's a clip from a Dodo piece :)
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LAPD denies assistance to ICE to leave area. Sheriff also denies assistance to ICE. ICE is trapped by the people of Paramount.
Live streamer : “They’re gonna have to call their daddies to come get them”
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38) Christie: Now you know the family joke behind the title of the book! :) Thanks for reading. If you want to know what happened next, just pick this up. www.amazon.com/Missing-Acti...
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37) Regarding “being caught in a French woman's bed,” almost 50 years later, I found the MIA telegram. Instead of saying I was "lost over France" it read "lost over FRANCES!"! How fortunate I was that Liz didn't realize earlier she had that ammunition! And what a good title for my memoirs!/END
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36)...and that under the circumstances it was more of a liability than an asset to me, being surrounded by so many soldiers) with every gun trained on him, walking down a dusty road.
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35) There followed a scene fit for a comic opera: eight soldiers surrounding a single, bloody, limping human being without even a toothpick for a weapon (I had given my 45-caliber pistol to the Frenchman while we were still in the trash pit, believing that it would help the underground...
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34) One did not need to know French or German to get the drift, and that was fortunate because I had studied both in school and, consequently, as you might expect given the attention I paid in my classes, would not have understood a word they were saying!
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33) She clearly tried to persuade them that no one else was in the trailer, but they rushed back to the bed and thrust cold steel into my ribs, with comments which unmistakably meant that I should arise immediately!
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32) A very few minutes later, six German soldiers surrounded the trailer and two more came inside. When she saw them coming, my new friend pushed me into the rear of the trailer and into a bed.
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31) Soon my benefactor asked if I would like to hear the BBC Radio and took me to a house trailer a few feet away from the small house. She carefully uncovered a small radio and I listened to see how close the Allies were to me—or whether they had been pushed back into the English Channel.
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31) I would hear the door behind me open and when I looked, I would see several pairs of eyes staring at me. This concerned me, and I knew I must get away as soon as possible.
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31) We made the trip to her house in fine shape, and she offered me food and wine. Unfortunately, my tongue was cut so badly that I could not eat or drink anything, and I think everyone in the village came by to look at me.
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30) The man then departed, and the woman gestured for me to walk with her right through the small village, proceeding to carry on a very animated, make-believe conversation with me in a language I did not well understand. High school French did little to prepare me. She was really great!
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29) She remained on the rim of the pit as a lookout. He got down in the pit with me and pulled some French civilian clothes out of the black bag, which he helped me put on. The man then departed...
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28) I started to laugh and so did he, and then he came over to me, clearly realizing that I was the flyer who "dropped in" the night before. We conversed as well as possible and then he left. At about 2:00, a man and a woman came to the pit with a small black bag.
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27) At this point, a series of tremendously courageous acts took place. About 11 A.M. I saw some boys playing nearby. One spotted me and he did the most priceless "double take" I ever saw.
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27) That certainly could be the case, because after the bailout, I was unable to lift my arms above my head for more than 6 weeks!
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26) Without the leg straps, they had absorbed the entire impact of the opening of my parachute. Later, when I was 82, my doctor discovered an old fracture in my sternum which we deduced likely came from that very event.
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25) I lay motionless on bottles and an old wheel rim until mid-morning of June 7th, when I decided it was safe to take stock of myself and my situation. My ankle was badly swollen, and my face was a bloody mess. My shoulders and back felt like I had been hit by a truck.
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Great and factual article ruined by using “foul” not “fowl.” Kali in her Devourer form hates that.
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I tried to use a Star Wars novel with my photo on the jacket. It did not work with the old man in charge who looked like he’d been eating lemons his whole life, but I impressed a whole slew of younger TSA agents. Spoiler: I eventually got on the plane. This is why we arrive early, friends!
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24) Christie: That's all for tonight. We'll resume on June 7th. Later, when Dad was in Stalag Luft III, the prisoners had a rule that you could only tell the story of how you got there on the anniversary of that date. So I'm doing it For Dad this year. :) See you tomorrow!
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23) I remember so well that one of my first thoughts was that Liz would soon get a MIA (Missing In Action) telegram—an awful experience! She would think I was dead, and I had no way to let her know that I was very much alive.
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22) It seemed like a "B" movie, with those little motorcycles with sidecars putt-putting along. One seemed to make an inordinate number of trips just over my head, but he never stopped to search the pit.
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21) ...and stayed there without moving a muscle throughout the night. German soldiers were shouting and shooting in the air (I hoped!), and standing so close that I could almost have reached up and touched their feet.
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20) I landed about fifty feet from some French people, and they were yelling for me to run for a small trash pit nearby. I needed very little urging! I took off like a scared rabbit and jumped into the pit. I squeezed up under some heavy vines growing down the side of the pit...
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19) I was still not totally aware of the exact nature of my real problem until after I hit the ground. I landed in a tiny village south of Dieppe, which just happened to contain an encampment of German soldiers...
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Like why do I exist if not to Tinker With Sentences until they give me the right dopamine? Why would I give that joy to a machine who does it faster and worse?
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18)...might cause me to lose consciousness. If I passed out, I would immediately drop the rest of the way through the chute and become a French grease spot!
(Christie here: I miss my Dad's sense of humor...! More to come, but here's a link if you want to buy!)
www.amazon.com/Missing-Acti...
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17) ...as I fell through the harness, the metal chest buckle lacerated my face and hit me under the chin, causing me to bite a large chunk out of my tongue. Together they created a bloody mess which caused me to wonder if the loss of blood before I hit the ground...
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16) --but without the leg straps to hold me in the chute the harness was jerked completely over my head, and I was left hanging precariously by my hands and arms. To m
ake matters worse...
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15) After I was able to stop my violent tumbling, I reached back with my left hand and pushed the pack down until I could reach the ripcord with my right hand. When I pulled it, the chute blossomed—