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They held each other, anyway.
In the morning, Heath took a can of paint from the storage in Gérard's barn and sneaked off to report.
His gunner noticed that Heath had painted something on the barrel of the main turret before most of the crew had arrived and asked: "Who's 'Sofie', Sarge?"
Heath looked back once toward the direction of Gérard's home and a barn with coffee-black soil where Heath had seen stars with a beautiful short-haired French maiden and then he shook his head with satisfaction.
"That's your mom, Corporal. And I heard hers is even bigger."
He pointed the chassis of his Sherman toward Berlin and fired the engine to full gear.
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