Private Jerry Wilkins felt as if his head was about to explode. He looked up and saw that corporal Patterson was dragging him towards a destroyed truck. Jerry finally realized what had happened. A Nazi mortar shell had hit his convoy. Jerry dropped his Thompson, but Patterson handed him an M1 Grand. Patterson turned to Jerry and said "We have to find a way around the MG nests and flank those bastards!"
"Yes sir!" Replied Jerry. As soon as the words left his mouth, Jerry noticed an alley that could possibly lead to the path they needed. He pointed it out to Patterson, and they were on their way. They made it to the alley and started towards where the gunfire was coming from, being careful not to give away their positions. Things were looking well and to Jerry it looked like they were going to be successful. To Jerry's horror, out of nowhere a bullet pierced Patterson's leg. He tumbled over and landed with a thud.
"Watch your head! There's a sniper in the building across from us!" Yelled Patterson. Jerry, without thinking, crouched behind a low wall, spotted the sniper and took aim. The enemy sharpshooter didn't seem to notice Jerry, which worked out to Jerry's advantage. He pulled the trigger and watched the Nazi go limp and fall out of the window in which he was hiding.
"I can't go any further Jerry, it's all up to you now. You need to get close enough, call for an artillery strike, and tell the artillery team the coordinates." Gasped Patterson through the pain.
"I'll do my best sir. Those bastards won't know what hit them." Said Jerry. Then he pushed on. Once he got about halfway there, Jerry noticed a few enemies in the house next to him. They were torturing an American soldier. Jerry had to act fast, he couldn't risk letting them get any information out of the soldier. He couldn't let them kill him either. He had to take them out, now. He chose the order in which he would kill them and opened fire. His order worked and the soldier survived. He jumped through the window to see if he was ok.
"Soldier, can you still fight?" Asked Jerry.
"Yeah, what's the mission?" Replied the wounded man.
"We need to get an artillery strike on the bunker up there, that'll get rid of them." Encouraged Jerry.
"Got it, lets roll!" Said the soldier as he was picking up his BAR. They jumped out the window and made a dash for the MG nests. Once they were in range, Jerry and the soldier crouched behind a large rock and took the receiver off the radio.
"This is Private First Class Jerry Wilkins, I need an immediate artillery strike on a Nazi bunker. The coordinates are as follows." Jerry yelled the coordinates into the receiver.
"Affirmative, artillery strike incoming, clear the area." Came the response from the receiver.
"We need to get out of here NOW!" Yelled Jerry, and the both of them made a dash back to the rest of the platoon. Along the way, Jerry picked up Patterson and continued on. As soon as they got back under their cover, Jerry, the soldier he had rescued, and Patterson heard whistling overhead. When they looked up they saw the slug the artillery fired. It was a dead hit. The entire platoon cheered as the Nazi MG nest blew into thousands of pieces.
The platoon moved on and inspected the bunker. A few survivors here and there, but they were dealt with quickly. The rest of the bunker was completely decimated. Among the wreckage, Jerry saw something that made his stomach churn. He fell to his knees and threw up his meager breakfast. He saw the charred remains of his brother. He had known that his brother left their hometown in France to join the Nazi war machine, but he didn't know that he was stationed in Germany. He couldn't believe it, Jerry had killed his own brother.