While he runs downhill, dodging trees, bushes and broken branches they scratch, brush, and dig into his open wound ripping the skin open even more and infecting the hole in his right upper thigh. Being chased by a Nazi patrol group. Kar-58 rounds whizzing by his head, so close he can hear the bullets splitting the air, ripping the fabric of his 231st Airborne Ranger patch and deflecting off of his helmet. He dives over a fallen tree lands on his right side on the wound while Stilehandgranate Grenades follow him. He looks and reacts instantly; he throws them even further away from him. He takes out his last M23 grenade and pulls the pin. "1, 2, 3." He counts out loud and throws it backward toward the patrol group, destroying everything in a 5 meter diameter. He waits for a sound to be heard from the enemy, trying to acknowledge if they are still in his perimeter. As he pulls out his Thompson he realizes that he has very little ammo. He hears a noise from the clearing behind him and looks around to find no one there. As he turns back around he pulls out his first aid kit and begins to heal himself, he tries to figure out how he got where he's at.

"We're 20 clicks out from the drop zone" "Sargent Davis are you ready"

"Son of a Bitch we are taking fire!" "Drop! GO, GO, GO, GO!"

"Davis your up, your turn to jump." He gets up walks toward the door. As he's there he gives a little prayer. "Dear God, Please help me in this jump if I don't make it out alive please take my soul up with you in heaven. Amen" His knees shaking bend to about 90 degrees and push out of the c-130 paratrooper plane and hopes his parachute will open and not to be seen by the enemy. He hits the ground and knocks himself unconscious upon impact. He awakens two hours later to find a broken branch had punched its way through his right upper thigh going all the way though barely missing his major artery. "I wanted to ….." his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a Luger being cocked and pushed on the sid of his head. In that moment he thought of his family. His wife, and two children. "So this is it huh?" "This is how I'm going to die." Tears run down his face for the thought of never seeing he family again.