"No need." Admiral Eck shouted to stop him, "It's better to make a decision and act early, it's tomorrow, we should take this risk. Tomorrow, August 3rd, is D-Day. Let's strike the Prosens hard."
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At one of the many ports of the United Kingdom, the ships of the 1701st Transport Squadron were anchored in the harbor.
The soldiers on board had been drifting for almost two weeks, and it had been raining for the past few days.
Army Captain Thomas was lying in his hammock, gently swaying with the waves.
His friend, Lieutenant Jack, came to his side and complained loudly, "The place by the toilet is literally hell. The toilets are full, the trash cans are full, the kerosene barrels are full, any container is full of vomit, now they're using helmets to hold vomit."
"You really should smell it, taking a dump is simply torture. Torture!"
Thomas: "Then just do it overboard, a lot of people are doing that, Jefferson from Company F even fell into the sea and drowned."
