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bullet struck his shoulder. He dropped his rifle. Kent moved to drag him from the rounds slapping toward him in the dirt. He had to snatch his hand away as bullets thudded into his path and into Clark.
    Two Rangers verses three krauts.
    Kent watched as the young Ranger drew his last breath. “Don’t fear, son. You’re not dead.” Kent turned back to Jordan who had his hands over his head, dirt from nearby rounds landing on him.
    “Sarge, you got a new plan? Please tell me you have?” Jordan dodged to the side when he heard a loud bang that somehow managed to crack through the countless others. It was a good job he did. A bullet missed him by inches. He hadn’t even seen it. He didn’t even address it.
    “I have one, Jordan. It’s fucking crazy, but I have one,” Kent said as he looked back at the bunker, squinting his eyes.
    “That being?”
    “I want you to lay as much firepower on that bunker as you can.”
    “One man can’t do much.”
    “Can you hold here for awhile then?”
    “I … I guess so.”
    “Good. I’ll be right back. Keep those bastards busy.”
    Jordan placed the Thompson to his shoulder and laid down covering fire as Kent picked up a Garand from one of the dead men and ran back toward the mortar pit they’d destroyed. On the way past the still raging fire, he jumped over the flaming corpse of one of their victims, the flames licking the bottom of his boots.
    Kent dropped down into the trenches and climbed over the dead bodies littering the walkway and dodged in and out of a group of three Rangers. They were engaged in a firefight with some Germans Kent couldn’t see because of being ducked low under the trench wall.
    Kent entered the bunker after the curve and with his rifle raised took the left entrance into the main body. It was empty, apart from the bodies he’d left there. He dropped the Garand and ran to the MG42. He removed it from its mounted position then threw a belt of ammo for it around his neck. Finger by finger he removed the hand that was holding it and let it fall.
    He ran back through the trenches. The group of Rangers he’d seen earlier now dead on the floor. He ran past the mortar pit, rounds whizzing at him from all directions, cutting up the uneven ground around him, making his run even more of a hardship.
    He fell, only to one knee. He stood again, kept a tight hold of the MG42 and ran to the crater Jordan was in. The private was in the middle of a reload when Kent landed next to him. He quickly took the belt of ammo from around his neck and started to load the gun.
    “I’m guessing you’re reinforcements,” Jordan said to him, as he tossed the Thompson, that now had no magazine attached, onto the top of a Garand. “I’m out of ammo for all of the three guns I have.”
    “I guess I am reinforcements then.” Kent forced a smile as he finished loading the MG.
    “You’re a superman, that’s what you are.”
    “Do you think you can handle this weapon?” Kent asked, holding it up to him.
    “Sure.”
    “Well, ram as many of these Nazi bullets down those Nazi throats as possible.”
    “And what about you?”
    “I’m going to run faster than a speeding bullet into the bunker.”
    Jordan swallowed and moved the MG42 into position. Kent slapped him on the top of his helmet and he let the gun roar at the shield of smoke in front of the bunker.
    Kent removed the Hitler youth knife from his webbing and stood. He ran straight into the fog. He saw tracers from the MG42 to his right and could hear the bullets cutting into concrete.
    The bunker appeared from within the mist. Kent increased his speed then dropped onto his side and slid at the slit, feet first, homerun style. A Nazi turned and aimed his rifle at Kent but it was too late. Kent’s feet smashed the German in the chest and knocked him over.
    The rest of Kent slid through the slit and he was soon on the bunker’s floor, he landed into a forward roll and came to a stop on his knees close to the Nazi