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                                                By JustinPiland1 BRONZE
Wentzville, Missouri
Wow it is cold.The fierce winds pierced my skin as we marched towards Berlin. All of us were freezing, and it was only the beginning of winter. How does the soviet army do this? We...
                                                        
                                                                                                                
                                                        
                                                        
                                                    Wentzville, Missouri
Wow it is cold.The fierce winds pierced my skin as we marched towards Berlin. All of us were freezing, and it was only the beginning of winter. How does the soviet army do this? We...