A SECRET WEAPON FOR DAVID DENCLER ESCAPE

“Yute! Yute!” yelled Dieter. He pressed the butt from the M-one tightly between his chest muscle plus the entrance ball of his shoulder, tilting his head in order that his closest eye appeared straight down the best from the barrel. His index finger rested evenly on the cause.The day prior to the POWs prepared to escape, and become “alive and