Powell took a long drink. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “One day. We just have to survive that long.”
“You ever think we’ll see something besides this?” Barnes asked, gesturing at the smoke and ruins. File- Medal.Of.Honor.Allied.Assault.Incl.DLC.zi...
Near Saint-Lô, Normandy Date: June 10, 1944 — D-Day +4 Powell took a long drink
By 15:45, they held the crossroads. The tanks rolled through at dusk, their green hulls splattered with Normandy clay. We just have to survive that long
“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 nodded, reloaded, and checked his map. The DLC missions had taught him this terrain in simulation — the church tower, the sunken lane, the château. But in real life, there were no respawns, no medkits floating in the air. Only blood, mud, and the smell of cordite.
Above them, the sky turned orange, and somewhere in the distance, a bugle played taps for men who had already fallen. The war was far from over — but for one afternoon, a patch of French soil was free.