MEF soldiers sheltered in craters made from artillery shells or behind overturned automobiles. They sat in balconies overlooking the street and behind piles of wreckage from bomb-damaged shops and apartment blocks. In the distance, what looked like muzzle flashes came from the massive ornate building in the centre of the German colony. Jenkins wondered what daredevil MEF outfit had attacked so deep into enemy-controlled territory.
“Jenkins,” Corporal Brown hissed at him in the darkness. “Over here. Double time.”
Keeping his head low, Jenkins darted towards the crater and dove in. He landed beside the corporal, and raising his rifle, he pointed it directly ahead. The street remained deathly quiet, but a curious sensation swept over him that, somewhere in the shroud of night, unseen eyes w
