Chapter Twenty-NineVan looked over his shoulder as he slogged through the knee-high water toward the shore. Like industrious ants at a picnic, men swarmed the beach, and everyone seemed to have a job. What had it taken to coordinate the logistics of the yesterday’s invasion?
Gunfire crackled, and he hurled himself behind a stack of crates. The lieutenant had warned them about pockets of Germans still hiding in the hills above, but the reality of being shot at was more frightening than Van imagined. How did these young men force themselves to keep moving forward into the danger?
A short, wiry soldier approached. “I wouldn’t worry about getting shot, sir. You never hear the one meant for you.”
“Okaaay.” Van gulped. He needed to man up. Huddling behind matériel wouldn’t do anyone any good.
