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They moved. The enemy MG42 chattered, chewing leaves and stone. Powell dove behind an overturned cart, waited for the gunner to pause, then popped up and put two rounds into the slit of the bunker. The German gun fell silent.

“You ever think we’ll see something besides this?” Barnes asked, gesturing at the smoke and ruins. File- Medal.Of.Honor.Allied.Assault.Incl.DLC.zi...

“Barnes, suppressing fire on the machine-gun nest. Hawkins, you’re with me — we go through the bocage, left flank. On my signal.” They moved

“Powell! Roadblock at the crossroads,” Hawkins yelled, tossing the useless radio aside. “If we don’t take it by 1600, the 2nd Armored gets slaughtered trying to break through.” The German gun fell silent

Powell had landed on Omaha Beach at 08:15, four hours after the first wave. He’d seen men die before their boots touched the sand. Now, three days later, he was fighting through hedgerows that had become graveyards for tanks and dreams alike.

Near Saint-Lô, Normandy Date: June 10, 1944 — D-Day +4