( CNN) Clarence Smoyer’s index finger touched the prompt. Sweat ran down the leather flutterings of his helmet. No one in his container moved or even moaned.
“Gentlemen, I give you Cologne, ” Smoyer’s commander announced over the radio. “Let’s knock the hell out of it! “
Smoyer didn’t necessary any added reason. Before he entered the shattered city, he’d received parole that his cousin and his wife’s friend had both been killed in the battle. Those rascals are going to pay, he devoted.