Politie are at the farm south of Klazienaveen.
Politie are gathering stragglers and such, waiting things out.
PM gives speech calling for the people to resist Soviet paras.
Fighting breaks out in town.
Politie wondering what to do.
Distraught woman arrives.
Politie now motivated to take action.
We thought old farmer Leyven would be waving the Orange and screaming for them to storm the town, but he seems more the type to sit on his stoop with his WWII era sten gun and grumble, 'Screw them.'
Perhaps Blauvelt, who took such delight in cracking skulls of German refugees at the border?
Someone's gotta shout, 'Hey, we can't just sit here!'
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