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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Military Minifigures]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The advance through the Belgian hedgerows had turned into a brutal, close-range brawl. Lieutenant Reed's Sherman, "Bouncing Betty," had just rounded a thicket when they saw it: a German Hetzer tank destroyer, its low, menacing profile hull-down in the opposite hedge. Point-blank range. A certain mutual kill.<br /><br />Both vehicles froze. The air crackled with tension. Then, the Hetzer's machine gun sputtered to life-not at them, but into the upper branches of a great oak tree between them.<br /><br />A swarm of furious hornets, disturbed from their hive, descended in a dark, buzzing cloud. The insects flooded into the open hatches of both vehicles.<br /><br />Inside Betty, chaos erupted. Men swore, swatting madly at the stinging invaders. Across the way, they could hear identical shouts of German profanity.<br /><br />For a full minute, the war was forgotten. Two armored crews waged a frantic, shared battle against a common, winged enemy. Reed, face already swelling, caught a glimpse of the German commander doing the same.<br /><br />As abruptly as it began, the swarm retreated. In the stunned, painful silence, Reed keyed his intercom, his voice thick. "Back up. Slowly." The Betty reversed. The Hetzer, seeing the retreat, did the same, melting back into its hedge.<br /><br />The bocage held its breath again. No shot had been fired. The brief, humiliating alliance against nature had imposed a truce neither side dared break. They would fight another day, on different ground. ]]></description>
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