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what he was talking about. After blowing close to half a
billion of NIC funds, that runny-nosed runt Svatopluk
had had the balls to just stand there picking boogers
and let the Commies call the U.S.A. out on strikes in
Nam. But if they thought Svatopluk was going to shoot
them the juice now, they had guano in their hulls,
because he wouldn't let go of it even if he had any juice
to shoot, which the commander doubted. And besides,
it was too late anyhow, the winning streak was over.
"Let's face it, we kissed it good-bye when we didn't
keep going after Nagasaki, just keep on going and blow
the Bolsheviks and the chinks right off the map, adios
amigos."
Yes, no doubt, but could the commander remember
exactly where Svatopluk was?
Hell, no, he'd tell them. In fact, he'd come show
them how to shovel out from under the compost they
were lying in. And it didn't surprise him one damn bit
that they'd lost Operation Archangel since, as he'd just
pointed out, they'd managed to lose South America and
Southeast Asia, too. And since the spineless military
didn't have the balls anymore to get out there and fight