--- Fin ---

"Don't," Jo said, and the man froze.

Then, a faint glow. A ventilation shaft. Vogler pointed up. "This opens behind their reserve artillery battery. We are directly under their headquarters."

Jo climbed onto the ruined barrel of a Panzer I and raised his bloodied hand. His men gathered around him, breathing hard, some laughing, one crying from the adrenaline crash. Vogler leaned against the tank, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers.