The Panzergrenadiers behind it dismounted, fanning out into the mud. And then it was close work—rifle butts, bayonets, the sharp crack of pistols fired into rain-slicked helmets. Billy shot a German soldier no older than Eddie. The man fell with a surprised look, as if he’d just realized he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Jake nodded. He pulled out a crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes, lit two, and handed one to Billy. They smoked in silence as the rain washed the battlefield clean. Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway
They ran, boots slipping in the slop, as machine-gun fire stitched the ground behind them. Billy dove headfirst into the drainage ditch, landing hard on his shoulder. Jake landed next to him, then Private Donnelly, then Corporal Hayes. But the kid—Private First Class Eddie Raynor, just eighteen, from Kansas—was still in the open. The Panzergrenadiers behind it dismounted, fanning out into
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