10th May 1940,
Today was the bloodiest day of the Battle of France as far as I know. The alarms went off as the sentries heard something unusual. Me and the boys took arms and ran towards the river bank. We had the bridge heavily defended. With Matilida tanks and A13s the flanks were covered. The 2 pounder Anti Tank guns and the Vickers Anti-Infantry tanks were covering the bridges for any Germans who tried crossing it. All along the western bank we were set up. Riflemen lined up down the line waiting. We could hear the numerous tanks. Our Commander had his head poked out of the scout car and was barking orders to keep the bridge. Engineers were on the opposite bank waiting to try and knock out the German Armor and half tracks that rolled by. All we could hear were the engines. Ratatata BOOM, a grenade goes off BOOM, a satchel from the engineer squad explodes, from the direction of the noise one could see smoke billowing from behind the trees, thick black smoke; scratch one panzer. German small arms opened up the rifles and pistols from the engineers answered. One by one they started making a break for the bridge to safety; none made it. The panzers and German infantry were clearly visable now and the rest of the Brits were already firing. Looking down the line on both sides I noticed we were taking heavy casualties. One man ran back, then another, followed by a few more. Before I knew it I was 100 yards behind my last position reloading my Enfield. We held our ground as the enemy chased the rest of our friends off the bridge. The railroad and bridge were in German controll. We were taking sniper fire from the rail road tower, 88mm flak fire from the hills to the east and the damn luftwaffe was raining down 250 kg bombs from their stuka bombers. Their fighters were raking us with their machine guns. No Mercy. We pushed on. My and a few other squads assaulted the railroad station; advancing I saw the men around me fall flat to the ground. Everything went gray and fuzzy, I couldn't hear all that great. Coming to, I crawled behind a concrete wall as 8 or 9 others were jumping over me going towards the station. Grenade fire, the sound of the sub machine guns and rifle fire and the cannon explosions nearly drowned out the screams from the squad.
"COME ON LADS WE GOT IT LET'S PUSH FORWARD"
"AAAAHHH GO GO GO GO"
"HEEEEEEELP"
More and more men were rushing towards the river. Though I was wounded I rallied to my feet and followed them. I picked off a few retreating Germans and rushed across the bridge with my comrads. After that I do not remember.
My friend Tommy was yelling at me, I must have fallen asleep. There was blood all over myself and Tommy. There was an A13 returning to town on the road waiting for us. He brought us home and I rested up. Hence why I'm writing this story.
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guess i should look at teh whole thing b4 assumoing somebody is so creative. lol .im j/k.
