| We were walking down the middle of the
street when it happened. I'd been under lots of fire, but this was
the most concentrated and terrorizing that I had encountered. We
heard the artillery coming, and right behind the artillery came
rockets. Not screaming meemies, just rockets. The weird sound they
made could pierce your soul. We learned later that they were 150mm
and 300mm rockets. The barrage lasted for several minutes, and the
whole town vibrated. Mac and I dove for what we thought was a cellar,
but after we got in it we saw it was only a barn. Mac landed in
a manure pile and right above him was a raking machine. The concussion
bounced us up and down. When Mac went up he would catch his face
in the rake, and when he came down he would land in the manure pile. |
