The Leader Regiment rumbled along the way to the quaint little town of Limoges. Despite the tranquility of the mellifluous countryside, the atmosphere surrounding the armored convoy was thick with trepidation. Their radio signals were being jammed, the only transmissions leaking through either those of the underground radio or distress signals from the Vichy forces.
“Another Tulle?” Carl exhaled tautly as he and Heinz Barth rode ahead of the Panzer tank running the point position ahead of the Company convoy. He had napped most of the way following the previous hours" activity and was rested by the time Heinz came within view of the town.
“I hope not,” Heinz peered intently through the windshield of the jeep as they made a tight turn along the road to the village. The town limits were wit
