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Excerpts: Chapter 4 – Hill 382 (St. Geneviève)
We came to some small woods that I couldn't remember having seen before. We went into the woods a little way and saw a group of men standing around. We felt relieved. They were probably part of Company E's light machine gun section, who were supposed to be in some little woods. They didn't say anything, so we walked up to them. I tapped one of them on the shoulder and said, "Hey, buddy, where is Company F?" Just as I said that I saw the outline of a German helmet. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe. When they heard a foreign tongue, one of them whirled around with a burpgun at his waist. Doug grabbed the gun just as the Kraut pulled the trigger. I think I fell on the ground. They must have thought I was dead or dying. The Germans started going through my pockets. If he had put his hand in my left breast pocket, the pounding of my heart would have knocked him ten feet.

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Private Cecil Roberts, with his bazooka (we only had two in the platoon), and a couple of other men were keeping a lookout on the west side of our hole. He called for me, so I crawled up beside him. We could hear a tank and some talking to our west, but we couldn't see anything because of the fog. I asked Roberts if his bazooka was ready to fire. He said "Yes." We waited. The sounds came closer. It sounded like a German tank to me. I looked through my binoculars, and through the haze I could see the silhouette of a tank. The hatch on the turret was open. From the stabilizer on the muzzle, I could tell it was a Tiger tank. There was a man in the front of the tank who looked as if he was directing it. The tank looked as if it was slowly working its way toward us, although I didn't think it had spotted us. I was scared to death. Roberts was scared, too, but he said, "I'm ready, sir." The tank kept coming until it was fifty yards away. I could hear my heart pounding. I prayed to God not to let the tank come any closer toward us. I think I said out loud, "God, turn it the other way."

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