On June 30th, the weather was very sultry.
The crows perched on the tree branches were also agitated, cawing around, their scarlet eyes darting about.
Bang—
A soft noise, and the already tense and uneasy crows squawked loudly and flapped their wings as they flew away.
And below, in the square.
The 6 Military Inspectors of the U.S. Military's 82nd Airborne Division were all lying in a pool of blood.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! James, we're schoolmates." The major dressed in LGBT style fell to the ground, a bullet in "her" thigh, shouting in terror, still waving his hands vigorously.
He regretted it...
James Gavin invited all the Military Inspectors of the 82nd Airborne Division for a "meal," and when the turkeys were airdropped, he thought it was an apology, so he arrogantly came with his subordinates.
As soon as they entered...
The three in front were riddled with bullets, while he was walking at the back, luckily escaping unharmed.
Alas...
