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🗓️ 2 April 2020
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Chapter 12: The Cauldron, by Zeno
In September, 1944, the British 1st Airborne Division found itself in a fierce battle for the Dutch city of Arnhem. Al Murray reads the story of a single platoon trapped in the smoking ruins of the city. The author, known as Zeno, fought at Arnhem and later wrote this account of the battle while in prison. Although long out of print, The Cauldron remains the best first hand account of the British forces stranded on the north side of the Rhine.
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0:00.0 | We have ways of making you talk presents The Cauldron by Xeno, Red by Almari. |
0:20.2 | Chapter 12. |
0:22.0 | Ted Armstrong regained consciousness in fits and starts. |
0:26.0 | First, half his mind awoke to a woolly world in which only one thing stood out clearly. |
0:31.4 | A magazine, or grenade, part of his equipment, or perhaps his stand, was digging into his shoulder. |
0:37.5 | The pain was sharp and continuous, and when he tried to ease it he found himself trapped |
0:42.2 | by unexplained pressures. |
0:44.7 | He supposedly was jammed in the corner of his slit-trend. |
0:47.8 | His left arm of both his legs became focal points of pain, and yet remained in some way |
0:52.2 | detached from him as if they were artificial extensions of his body. |
0:56.7 | He suspected they had become cramped and gone to sleep. |
1:00.4 | It was the sharp-angled gritty pressure of the bricks against his face, which brought |
1:04.3 | the second half of his mind to life, and then suddenly he knew where he was and what |
1:08.7 | had happened. |
1:10.7 | He opened his eyes, a fine dust ran into one of them and forced him to close it. |
1:15.5 | The other one did not help him very much at first. |
1:17.9 | He could see broken lines and patches of darkness which varied from dove grey to the |
1:22.0 | jet blackness of a closed cellar. |
1:24.5 | And for a while he pondered the shades of somber colouring. |
1:27.6 | To his right there was light in the movement of air, and although he could see only from |
1:31.4 | the corner of his eye, it seemed like the wind of promise blowing the light of hope |
1:35.2 | into his darkness. |
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