Chapter 2
I swung the bazooka around and started around the cottage behind Siegie. He stopped suddenly. I bumped into him and almost dropped the bazooka.
Siegie said, Yikes!” The grenade slipped from his hands. I gasped, “What’s wrong?” Siegie grabbed my arm. Wordlessly, he pointed at the American soldier whose head and shoulders were sticking out of the top of the tank with his hands on a large mounted machine gun. I swallowed hard. Slowly I put the bazooka on ...
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