The hill rose before them, green and innocent, hiding death in its folds. Sergeant Mike Kowalski's squad had been ordered to take it. No questions. Just do it.
They moved up through the grass, spread out, silent. Halfway there, the world exploded.
Machine guns from the crest. Mortars from behind. Men screamed and fell.
Mike kept moving, firing at flashes, yelling at his men to advance. Beside him, a kid from Ohio took a bullet and went down. Mike kept moving.
They reached the top. The Germans fled. The hill was theirs.
Mike stood on the crest, counting his squad. Seven left fro
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