Powell sat on the back of a Sherman, unwrapping a stale ration bar. Barnes handed him a canteen.
They moved. The enemy MG42 chattered, chewing leaves and stone. Powell dove behind an overturned cart, waited for the gunner to pause, then popped up and put two rounds into the slit of the bunker. The German gun fell silent. File- Medal.Of.Honor.Allied.Assault.Incl.DLC.zi...
Powell took a long drink. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “One day. We just have to survive that long.” Powell sat on the back of a Sherman,