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Taking the hand thrust out for him, replying firm grip for firm grip (noting the man's strength), Russo smiles a little and replies to both at the same time
"Yeah I'm Russo, call me John if you prefer, so you big cannon toting types are gonna be the ones protecting us poor diggers from the mean old Nazi huh?"he looked between the two, both were a rather formable sight, standing, rifles on shoulders, squinting in the sun as it beat down from the pearly blue sky, a circle of fire in an endless sea.
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look ((24)) over his shoulder, used to warm, conditions haling from the Adriatic the sun bothered him little. What he didn't like was the humidity, made him glad he haddn't put on his thick fleece lined jacket, the moisture had made him break into sweat almost immediately, it was strangling and cloying and very unpleasant. still he was sure he could deal with it better than some of his more northern european compatriots which made him smile.
"still what are we going to do about that big ol' U-boat sitting in harbor over there?" he directed attention over to the large metal hulk, basking in the water at the port just visible though still far. He gave a quick glance at the huge expanse of foliage and greenery as well, as is swept up and over mountains seeming to drag the mighty peaks down, clinging to them like an army of ants seeking to bring the behemoths down to consume them down in their nests, he shuddered a little dissipate the heat, he hated bugs, despised the damned things.