The squad cautiously approached the gates to the town square. A house that had been blown in half just barely stood to the right of the gates. Over the rain, they could faintly hear a baby crying, and two worried voices speaking to each other in French. Captain Miller glanced at Corporal Upham, the translator.

"Tell them to show themselves."

He said plainly. Upham nodded and peeked over the gates.

"Montrez-vous! Montrez-vous!"

Upham shouted nervously. A French couple came into view on the top floor, the woman clutching a crying baby, and the father with two children by his side. Captain Miller could tell these people posed no threat to them. We waved the rest of the squad after him as he ran into the square, crouching on some rubble in front of the ruined house. He pulled Upham along with him.

"Ask them if they know where the Germans are."

He ordered.

"Où sont les Allemands ?"

Upham shouted. The father started yelling down at Upham in rapid French, reaching for his daughter.

"What'd he say??"

Captain Miller shouted. Upham looked worried.

"Something about the children!"

He replied as the father held his daughter over the edge of the ruined house, trying to hand the child to them. Captain Miller started to protest, but Caparzo took the child before he could finish his sentence. Upon being ordered to give the child back, Caparzo shook his head.

"I can't! She reminds me of my neice, sir!"

The exasperated Captain Miller took the crying child from Caparzo and handed her to Sergeant Horvath.

"Sarge, take this goddamn kid!"

He yelled. Caparzo, who was standing in the middle of the square, was suddenly shot. He grunted in pain and surprise, falling to the ground. The next few seconds were a whirlwind of shouts and soldiers ducking for cover. A German sniper must have shot Caparzo. Wade, one of the Medics, tried getting closer to Caparzo.

"Captain! Can you see him from there?! Where's he shot, Captain?!"

He shouted, trying to stand up, compromising his position.