Tracer fire from the machinegun angled over and caught the charging German, flinging him to the ground. Larson untangled his pack and pulled out a fresh magazine as leaves and twigs fell all around him, chopped down by the charging German. He shook off the twigs, snapped the magazine in and poked his head back around the tree. The German lay still. he called out to the men by the track. guys all right?” “Hey,” “You shot. Leg. Don’t think I can walk.” “I’m Larson could hear the pain in the soldier’s voice. He scuttled over to the two men, using the rails as cover. When he peeked over the rails, a line of tracer fire swept over the trees and a low building. You O.K.?” Meade called out. “Lars. O.K.,” Larson answered. are hit down here.” “I’m “Guys He knelt by the wounded man. me get an arm under you.” He started to lift the “Let soldier up. leave me be. Levine, the radar whiz kid laying up there. I think the krauts got “Wait, him. He was trying to blow up the damn radar, but all I had was the phone. He said the blasting cap needed DC. Phone ringer’s AC, so he was on his way back to blow the C-2 with his pistol when they got him. Crank that phone again. Maybe you can get up enough amperage to cook it off.” about if I do something else,” Larson said. He opened the canvas case. a “How “Got screwdriver?” The soldier pulled out his TL-29. He snapped open the screwdriver blade and handed it to Larson.
Tracer fire from the machinegun angled over and caught the charging German, flinging him to the ground. Larson untangled his pack and pulled out a fresh magazine as leaves and twigs fell all around him, chopped down by the charging German. He shook off the twigs, snapped the magazine in and poked his head back around the tree. The German lay still. “Hey,” he called out to the men by the track. “You guys all right?” “I’m shot. Leg. Don’t think I can walk.” Larson could hear the pain in the soldier’s voice. He scuttled over to the two men, using the rails as cover. When he peeked over the rails, a line of tracer fire swept over the trees and a low building. “Lars. You O.K.?” Meade called out. “I’m O.K.,” Larson answered. “Guys are hit down here.” He knelt by the wounded man. “Let me get an arm under you.” He started to lift the soldier up. “Wait, leave me be. Levine, the radar whiz kid laying up there. I think the krauts got him. He was trying to blow up the damn radar, but all I had was the phone. He said the blasting cap needed DC. Phone ringer’s AC, so he was on his way back to blow the C-2 with his pistol when they got him. Crank that phone again. Maybe you can get up enough amperage to cook it off.” “How about if I do something else,” Larson said. He opened the canvas case. “Got a screwdriver?” The soldier pulled out his TL-29. He snapped open the screwdriver blade and handed it to Larson.
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