Sergeant Nigel Northridge of the British Royal Armored Division was taken aback by the rising level of panic in the American lieutenant's voice.
"We need to do somethin' about those MGs or we won't last much longer! Keep your heads down! Use any cover you can find!"
"Northridge here," he radioed back. "Sit tight ol' boy, leave the heavy lifting to the royal escort."
Putting the walkie away, he faced the sixteen other Armored soldiers huddled with him in the back of the boat. Northridge knew that at least one of the faces he was currently looking at wouldn't survive the next few minutes. That was just the nature of battle.
He outlined the situation to them, saying, "Well the jerries have three bunkers, two of which have machine turret armaments. We'll take the focus of those turrets to allow our fellows to push up the beach. Once there, we help to capture the bunkers. Understood? Now come along, let's show those Axis buggers true superiority."
And with that, Northridge dropped the hatch and all seventeen of them charged into the water.