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“You blew it all to hell and back. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Larson caught Levine as he started to get up. “Stay flat on the ground. I’ll drag you back till we can get up.” “Where’s Stimson?” “The other guy? Sorry. Fucking krauts shot him. Come on.” He grabbed Levine’s collar and dragged him down the slope toward the trees. “Lars?” a voice called out. Meade appeared at the tracks with the machinegun at his hip. “Down here.” “Germans are clear. We got to go. That rocket smacked the armored car right on the nose.” Larson helped Levine to the wrecked armored car, steam shooting and hissing from the block. He shook his head at what he saw, at the guys, not the fool car. Three other GIs limped up. One had a bandage around his head. Another held his ribs. The third propped up the one with the bandaged head. All of them looked like they were on the edge of death. “Think you can get that command car down by the building to run?” Meade asked. “We aren’t going to get far on foot.” “Like I said, ain’t nothing I can’t start, if it’ll run at all.” And to prove his point, in minutes Larson had the vehicle, a big long open Mercedes convertible by the ornament on the hood, chugging along the track. Meade and the men, with a chorus of groans, climbed in the ostentations vehicle. At least they weren’t defenseless with the pair of German machineguns pointing out the right and left sides. Larson guided the long vehicle
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