At that moment the tank burst into flames and right behind the burning hulk of the tank my good friend Ryan Jackson with a Molotov cocktail in his hand and a great big smile on his face and I grinned back then turned around to help fight the war at hand.
As I looked down I saw two 22 millimeter guns and I looked down my scope and picked out the shooter of the gun. As the bullet hit him right between the eyes his head exploded and blood, brain, and skull went flying. The others took a hint and ran their asses off. Grinning to myself I saw a row of Germans firing at us so I took out a grenade and threw. Before they had the chance to get rid of it, it exploded. Guts went flying everywhere and then we heard the planes, "tank busters" and then we heard the bombs. Germans, lying dead on the ground, allies too but it was over, not the world, not the war, but the battle. One more check mark on the list of the battles we needed to win before the fascist Nazi tyranny could be ended and the oppression of the Jews, the unlucky ones, could be stopped