Powell took a long drink. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “One day. We just have to survive that long.”
By 15:45, they held the crossroads. The tanks rolled through at dusk, their green hulls splattered with Normandy clay. File- Medal.Of.Honor.Allied.Assault.Incl.DLC.zi...
Powell sat on the back of a Sherman, unwrapping a stale ration bar. Barnes handed him a canteen. Powell took a long drink
“Powell! Roadblock at the crossroads,” Hawkins yelled, tossing the useless radio aside. “If we don’t take it by 1600, the 2nd Armored gets slaughtered trying to break through.” Powell took a long drink. “Yeah