“Where"s the party?” Heinz Barth grunted.
It was the morning of June 9, 1944 by the time the Leader Regiment rumbled onto the outskirts of Tulle. Vichy sympathizers had informed their contacts in Lyon that the FTP was planning a major attack and were expected to derail the advance of the Kingdom Division for at least a day, buying more time for the Allied Expeditionary Force at Normandy. The Regiment had no idea that the attack had already taken place and that the garrison had been completely wiped out.
“Looks like there was one hell of a party,” Carl growled as he stood on the opposite side of the turret of a Panzer tank, a good distance ahead of the main column rolling towards the village. “Think everyone"s in bed with hangovers?”
“The 95th Security Regiment is stationed here,” Heinz
