The pain from the men of Easy was deafening. You were trapped in the foxholes with nowhere to run. Your only option to shoot your best aim at the Germans who were running towards, with their tanks in tow.

You made a rash decision. But like the Sergeant you were, you hopped out of your foxhole, grabbing a grenade and shoving it into the nearest German tank. I yell out with a mixture of concern and anger, eyes ripping away from the men towards your lying body on the ground from the blast.