The battle was neverending. But after days and days of nonsense violence, finally Sarge and his men were victorious. All there is left to do, is celebrate to the rhythm of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.
Sarge: Yes my men, let's celebrate. Tonight the glory is ours. Let's shake our rifles with pride while the sun slowly fades away on the horizon, for even he feels overwhelmed by our spirits.
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