“You Frenchies don’t seem to take anything serious at all,” Jenkins retorted. “We’ve got hundreds of guns aimed at us and you’re sitting there smoking. Get your arse back up here and pick up your weapon.”
Moreau raised his hand in mock salute, and after tossing his cigarette away, he took up his rifle. Falling in beside Jenkins, he pointed his weapon towards the SS defences and let out a bored sigh. From the far side of the trenches, the sound of a commotion echoed as soldiers called out to each other. Searching for the sound, Jenkins lifted his head up ever so slightly to find the source of the noise. Several MEF soldiers peeked out of their foxholes, gazing at the street to the right past Jenkins’s location.
Junior Sergeant Alexeev stood in full view of the SS guns, shouting into a rad
