Pincer movement: I was on the other side of the hill waiting for the signal to attack. The problem is that our walkie-talkies were out of range and we lost contact with the boys in the woods. Then we got the call - we heard the scream. Like a Munch painting on steroids. And we attacked. Watching this I learned that there were actually two waves of screams: one boy, one girl. Memories!
Pincer movement: I was on the other side of the hill waiting for the signal to attack. The problem is that our walkie-talkies were out of range and we lost contact with the boys in the woods. Then we got the call - we heard the scream. Like a Munch painting on steroids. And we attacked. Watching this I learned that there were actually two waves of screams: one boy, one girl. Memories!
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