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My heart raced. The stuffy air made my head swim. I looked around the loft of the church, they had medicine for what I was experiencing; I didn't bother. What's the point. The rumble came low and soft. I heard the rugged voice of someone near by; "Ah forget, another tank."
As much as it pained me to get up, I figured it would be better to limp 15 feet than bend over and take a German shell up the ass. I hobbled over to the grimy window; A tank. Just what we need.
In a heartbeat, I was back across the room heading for my gun. A muffled voice was screaming in German, a half second later the air seemed to explode.
The worst feeling ever was accompanied with a heart-wrenching noise. The church was collapsing beneath me and I felt the floor lose its structural integrity. I did my best to sprint to the far edge of the building, throwing myself out a window I braced for impact.
The pain came fast and searing. It felt like I broke my leg. Gingerly putting weight on it, I hobbled to cover. I saw the rest of my squad rushing for cover up the road that ran parallel to the road the tank was rolling up, on the other side of the church.
I ran through the buildings scattered around the streets; doing my best to avoid the view of merciless Germans. I reached the squad in time, making a blunt noise intended to get their intention. One of the men turned around and said, both to the rest of the troop and me "We've got a live one, get your half-dead ass up here."
I made a babbling noise that apparently came out something to the effect of "There's a tank, street, coming up, need to hide."
The soldier that had turned around again looked at me, this time with the biggest look of amazement on his face. He said "No stuff, you think we somehow missed that?" A shell hit a building near us. Someone yelled "In that building!" We looked over to see several people shuffling into a sound building that would hold- but not for long.
The tank was tearing the town a new one. It had to dealt with- and the town advancing. We had a sickening feeling this was only the spearhead of the German advance.
