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Keith and Miller pulled the trigger on their guns. Keith wasn't used to the succesive recoil of a sub-machine gun, because he had only fired a rifle before. The first burst his it's target and one German fell, two bullet's in the chest, one in the head. But the rest of Keith's firing missed and hit the ceiling. Miller fired two short bursts, taking out two Germans with ease; he had training with machine guns, rifles, mortars, and bazookas. He was a commando of some sort.

"Shiza!" One of the German's screamed, pulling the trigger on his gun and instinctively hitting the deck. Keith recovered from the initial shock of the recoil and picked up his M1. He looked at Miller, who was cutting down the Germans one by one with short bursts. He looked at the Germans and ducked down just in time to have a bullet knock his helmet off. He rose again, rifle to his shoulder, and fired at the German on the ground. The .30 cal round easily went through his helmet, spilling blood all over his body. One of his comrades threw up when he saw this. Miller saw the oppritunity and shot at him. Click! He was out of ammo. Miller's eyes went wide; four Germans were still standing and shooting at them. Keith saw one German aim directly at Miller. Caring nothing for his own safety, Keith stood up and threw a magazine from his Thompson at his commander. It hit him in the head, and knocked him to the side just enough to dodge the bullet. Now came the problem of the Germans still alive Keith turned and fired off seven badly aimed rounds of his M1 from the hip. Two of the Germans fell, one hit in the stomach, the other in the knee. Miller had reloaded by this time and shot the remaining German aiming at Keith. Gunfire stopped after that, only moans of pain. Keith reloaded his M1 and walked over to the man throwing up. He whacked him in the head with the butt of his rifle, just as he was taught. Miller looked at the men on the ground.

"Tsk. All privates," Miller pulled out his Colt .45 pistol and shot the wounded men in the head. "Rest in peace. Keith take that guy you knocked out and hide him somewhere. But make sure he can't talk or move very much." Keith complied, doing exactly what he was told

"You know what this reminds me of sir?" Keith asked as he and his commander walked away from the bloody scene.

"What?" Miller gave Keith a puzzled look.

"That time back on Hell's Highway, when we took out those two entrenched 88s. Remember?" Keith looked up at the ceiling, and it seemed to be fading away...

"Artillery! Take cover! Take cover goddammit!"

Keith ducked down in his foxhole, Gordon was ducked next to him. Artillery rounds from a couple Flak 88s were slamming into the ground around their platoon. Keith looked over the edge of his foxhole to see what was going on with the rest of the men. He looked at the town ahead of them and barely saw two puffs of smoke come out from the top of the buildings.

"Must be those damn 88s..." Keith said to himself. He got deeper into his hole to wait out the artillery barrage. It lasted a few more minutes, then stopped abruptly. Miller peered over his hole and yelled, first platoon on your feet! We're moving out! NOW! Instantly, everyone got up and ran toward the town. "Gordon! See that ditch up ahead? Well when they start firing we're gonna get in it, right?" Gordon nodded and reached for his bayonet. "Good idea." Keith did the same. He struggled to get it on the end of his M1. Right when he got it on, a bullet whizzed past his head. Keith and everyone around got on the ground and started shooting. "Gordon! The ditch! Get in the damn ditch!!"

"Even I'm not that dumb!!" Gordon yelled back.He and Keith rolled over and got in the ditch. Keith looked over the top of it to see how his comrades were doing. Miller was the closest.

"Lieutenant!" Keith yelled. Miller looked at him. Keith motioned for him to get in a ditch. He did so, in the same one Keith was in, and barked to his men to do the same. There were two ditches, about 20 guys got in Keith's ditch, 17 in the one on the other side of the road. They all ran toward the town, ducked down to avoid bullets. Keith heard a ping, and fell down.